Elspeth wanted to get back to her old self – but was she brave enough?

JENNY stepped on to the grass and watched the runner pass along the towpath. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him. Regardless of the weather, he wore black shorts, a purple T-shirt and sky blue tra

January had seemed to last forever. The razzle dazzle of Christmas a mere memory, spring and its promise of sunny days still a good couple of months away. And now there was February to contend with. S

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had