ON a grey Monday morning, Jessie walked down the steps of the Sheriff Court in Stirling, her face burning with shame. At her side, a rather worse-for-wear Robert tried to screen her from the camera fl

ROBERT was dressed more smartly than Jessie had ever seen him. She fought the urge to straighten his tie. “I don’t know what to say,” he muttered, standing at the kitchen door. “It’s so obvious, the l

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

CALEB didn’t know how he’d found himself in this position, or how he was suddenly looking forward to it. He just couldn’t help himself from smiling as he got ready for Sadie’s wedding. The last weddin

WHAT I thought,” Pippa said, unpacking a new delivery of yarn, “was that we could have an open day. “Something where the locals could come along, enjoy cake and a glass of something fizzy, and soak up

AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband