Back in the saddle

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

Georgie lived to dance – and now her dream job was within her grasp

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

So, what do you think we should get Elsie this year? She’ll be a hundred and one next Saturday.” Jemma beckoned her husband over to her laptop where ‘Granny Gifts’ ranging from bird baths to potted ja

MATHEW EMERSON sat idly at his desk, wondering not for the first time how he would pay his bills if no work came along. He heard footsteps on the wooden staircase outside and saw a shadow through the

Mary was as good as any lad – and she was going to prove it