The garden trail

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

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

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

This is ridiculous,” said Lissa, as she ducked beneath the bough of a particularly vigorous monstera, the one that Abbie had taken to calling Moz. “You do understand that this is supposed to be a fron

AND that concludes this evening’s agenda. Is there any other business?” Joley looked up from the laptop to reluctantly face the rest of the Turpins Lane allotment committee. This was the part of the m

Once a blank slate, this plot has flourished into a LIVING STORYBOOK filled with whimsy, warmth & a touch of magic