Live for the moment

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

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

Coming up for air

IT was one of those conversations on the bus that makes you keen to hear the rest of it. “You know, I really wasn’t in the mood to go,” the woman on the seat in front of me was saying to her companion

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed