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

Angela was in a far-from-festive fix – but her luck changed after an encounter with someone special

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

It’s time for new beginnings in Tessa Waugh’s circle, as a friend finds a new steed with witchy approval and son Alec casts off his L-plates, sparking memories of her rockstar driving instructor

COME on, Jo. You haven’t been out with us for ages,” Gemma chided me, when she phoned. “It’s not good for you sitting about in that poky flat all on your own.” “I’m not on my own. I have Simon,” I cor