The spring scarecrow

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

Finally a decent morning after three days of steady rain and unseasonable winds. Ruth pushed her sunglasses up her slender nose, smoothed down her gardening trousers and took a hearty breath of sweet

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

When a friend came to visit recently she loved all the colour in our flower garden but she took one look at the veg garden and said, “Ah, food!” There’s nothing better than harvesting delicious fresh

A keen gardener’s love of colour and fragrance has resulted in a small garden with big impact