Deborah Lawrenson

  Here it is, the ferry to Porquerolles island. Forgive me if I'm hopelessly enamoured of the South of France, but isn't this q...

  "The sea nibbled at bone-white sand. She stood alone, lost in thought, where shallow ripples nudged shells into lace patterns acro...

  With the receding of the flood water here in Kent (not without a few dicey moments in the past week; thank you all for the caring com...