A light in the dark

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

They had made memories there – a place of love and hope

Just the sight of the lighthouse lifted Alison’s heart. Still gleaming white, perched on the cliffs above the choppy North Sea, it stood as a beacon of hope – or something like that. She had always lo

Can you work out whodunnit when a woman is killed at the Little Snodbury Crime Festival?

Sally’s dad didn’t come back from the war – but she never gave up hope

I’m not sure what woke me up so early – excitement or the desperate need for a wee. These days, my alarm is my bladder. I pull on a loose, comfortable dress and shuffle down the corridor of our holida