The garden trail

KITTY’S LONG RED hair was dripping as she sat down breathless on the nearest seat. She had thought she would miss the train. The narrow lanes around her parents’ house had been flooded and she had bee

MY goodness, Damien, it’s good to see you!” Adelaise Thierry gave her old friend a hug. She’d had a difficult time since coming to work at the Massiny estate and Damien’s friendly face really helped.

Could footage on a mobile phone help catch the brutal killer of two young girls?

Maggie smoothes down the front of her frock – the same dyed black dress she wore for Pa’s funeral ten years before. As she touches the fabric, she glances down at her hands, now decorated with liver s

I f the brighter days have inspired you ...

I started running in my teens. It helped after Mum died, especially if I’d just had a ‘teen strop’ with Dad (his words). We loved each other to bits, me and Dad, but that only made our confrontations