Certificate PG

A tree grows tall, its leaves adorned, With berries and fruits and treats of splendour, Not too strong nor sour nor sweet, But coexisting with each...

"I've been waiting for you." He sank into his chair. It was an old armchair, creaky and musty, splitting at the seams and groaning loudly under the...

In which D.S. Stone muses about the identity of their mystery man in the reservoir, D.I. Wood pines for the Caribbean, Archibald longs for an unhealthy lunch and Josiah may come to regret his!

I've almost completed the final draft of 'Gift' - my memoir about my time spent as my mother's full-time carer during the final months of her life...