AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

ON a grey Monday morning, Jessie walked down the steps of the Sheriff Court in Stirling, her face burning with shame. At her side, a rather worse-for-wear Robert tried to screen her from the camera fl

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

MARIANNE stood at the window looking on to the drive. She watched with dread as the messenger mounted his horse and rode off. So, it was done. Soon she’d be informed of the decision he’d brought her p

Island life. And death...