The monarch of glenfosset

EACH time Bethan appeared, she’d be singing the same song softly under her breath. It was starting to get on Nia’s nerves. Nia knew the Welsh words to “Calon Lan”. Well, some of them. They often sang

ELLEN was expecting someone else entirely when Hugh walked into the Black Horse. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish the bar and flashed her best welcoming smile. “Hi Ellen,” Hugh greeted

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

NICK and I had fallen out. There was another girl. Before he left, I tried to read the expression in his eyes. Shame? Sadness? But I could see nothing. “When will I see you again?” I asked, my voice b

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...