Musical discord

Opera: The Queen of Spades/L’elisir d’amore Garsington ...

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

Marrows. Homemade jam and chutney. Fresh eggs. Friendship bracelets. “Mummy, what’s that big, stripy green thing?” Ruby’s six-year-old daughter, Violet, pointed at the large vegetable sitting on the s

THE last specks of rain of the previous night’s storm pattered against the widow of the drawing-room. Meryl Stewart sat at the keyboard of her baby grand, working her way through the piano arrangement

MORWENNA stood motionless, the gusting wind buffeting her. The music she could hear came in snatches, brought to her on the waves of the wind. There was a pale moon. If she got to the headland, she mi

Something was missing from Roxanne’s life – but what was it?