Reunited with my

It’s been more than 25 years and yet one memory of my late sister Claire remains embalmed in my mind. It was a month before she jetted off to her backpacking adventure in Australia, in October 1999. C

I’m not sure what woke me up so early – excitement or the desperate need for a wee. These days, my alarm is my bladder. I pull on a loose, comfortable dress and shuffle down the corridor of our holida

Smiling at the shop assistant as she folded a stunning blue dress into a bag, I was aware that – with my wedding ring as a clue – she probably assumed I was a loving husband buying a present for my lu

When Emma couldn’t get hold of her twin sister, she had an awful premonition…

All these years on, I still don’t know I how I got out alive

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