The tales & tails of a yorkshire vet

Chloe thought looking after her mum’s cat would be simple…

Reenie’s unwanted night-time visitor had her spitting feathers

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

A HIGH-PITCHED squeal cut through the air. Sarah spun around to see a piglet racing across the meadow towards the sheets she was laying out to dry. She and her mother had spent hours boiling water and

Mary was as good as any lad – and she was going to prove it