We loved holidays so much we decided we’d never come home

I always felt like something was missing

Samantha’s amazing guide dog Bailey led her to love…

Your kids your laughs your friends your world

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her