When Mr D was a young romantic

In which my sister reveals all about the vicar

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

It was a simple and innocent moment Sarah witnessed as the bus pulled into the stop to drop off a young man, no more than twenty years of age, clutching a bunch of bright daffodils. She was about to t

I WAS browsing the bookshelf in a charity shop when I glanced up to see my neighbour outside, trying to come in. With his arms fully encumbered with a large bag, the door was proving difficult to open