The french connection

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

ICY sleet hit the restaurant window, making me glad I was in the warmth of the restaurant, until Luca appeared from the kitchen, wearing a frown. “Sorry, bella Bella, we’ve another order for delivery,

MORNINGS at the Coffee Pod officially began the moment Primrose flipped the laminated sign from Sorry We’re Closed to the inviting We’re Open! Come On In! Unofficially, of course, they began a good sp

BELINDA, hold Felix’s hand. We’re not playing chase in this weather!” Pauline’s voice rose above the hiss of passing cars and the steady drumming of rain on the shelter’s corrugated roof. Her coat was

A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her

It had been years since Alice had been up here properly. The loft ladder was rickety and she hated the dark, cobwebby mess of it all. But, with just a month to go, she had no choice but to get on with