On the flower trail

A keen gardener’s love of colour and fragrance has resulted in a small garden with big impact

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

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

REVEREND JERRY GRANDE paused as he entered St Symeon’s Church. He gazed at the light streaming through the largest of the stained-glass windows, spilling in a wide stripe of colour across the altar, p

LET me get that door for you, Ena.” Mr Chapel held open the door to reception for Ena, his head tea lady. “What on earth have you got there?” Ena shifted the two heavy bags and gratefully stepped thro

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