Remembering your roots

Ellie’s new friend made a suggestion – and it was bloomin’ marvellous

Sally’s dad didn’t come back from the war – but she never gave up hope

TENDERLY, Violet touched her frail mother’s cheek. Ruby gazed wide-eyed at her daughter. Eventually, shocked and disbelieving, she spoke, her voice a feeble whisper. “Violet, I’m begging you. Don’t go

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

FOR some people, fresh air combined with freshly grown, organic vegetables would be their idea of heaven – but not for me. Instead, mine would be a busy order book for my interior design business and

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods