Pick of the plums

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

WHEN we left England, it was teeming with rain; here in Umbria, the heat is so fierce it could render you senseless. Especially if you’re marooned with a flat tyre on a little winding road somewhere o

AMIRA tramped slowly uphill in the heat of the late afternoon to her flat, sipping from a takeaway iced coffee. She wondered what to do with her evening – read or prepare for the following day? Flat?

My father was always late. And by late, I mean really late. Like an hour or two. The December I was five, he missed my school nativity. (I was a sheep and Mom had made me a costume out of an old robe

Coming up for air

A hammock? Are you sure?” Harriet would have been amused at the horror on Malcolm’s face if she hadn’t felt mildly insulted. “You asked me what I want for my birthday, and that’s my answer.” “But you’