In last week’s episode of ‘Lark Rise to Candleford’, two women vied for a rare opportunity to teach at the village school, eager to...

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It was the sort of mud that seems intent on dragging you down, slurping up your ankles and slipping under your soles. But the view redeemed...

Anna Simpson

Imagine this. You go from the cool summer night into a sweltering, booming marquee, and strip off a layer or two as you squeeze your way...

Anna Simpson

Bill Bryson is great with anecdotes, but somewhat lazy with research. In the opening chapter of Mother Tongue, he sets out to show...

Anna Simpson