I didn’t get many visitors to Foxglove, but when I did, they mostly came on foot, making the ten minute walk from Mistwell Heath. So, on a brisk afternoon in early March, a few months after Mr. Clarke’s visit, … Read More
My heart sang as I watched Harold Clarke stride out into the heath with his top hat slightly askew, his smart, professional trousers tucked into Everett’s heavy work boots and the long woolen scarf trailing out behind his expensive … Read More
Author’s Note: We are jumping ahead ten years to 1870. Justine has been widowed for the second time. It was a blustery day in mid December and the wind was roaring through the heath, rattling every branch and … Read More
There were immediate, surface reasons for “forgiving” Bertie Rowe, and I use the term “forgiving” very broadly. If forgiving meant refraining from raking her over the coals for her lies, then I forgave her. If forgiving meant abstaining from … Read More
Author’s Note: We’re jumping ahead in time again, to when Sidney is about ten years old. Several years after Anthony’s death, Sidney and I made an impromptu journey to Portsmouth, not for the usual reason, to visit his … Read More
Author’s Note: Please note that we’re skipping forward in time to the period after Anthony Winterbourne’s death. When I do the re-writes and edits, I’ll be inserting a chapter to cover Justine’s marriage to Anthony and Sidney’s early … Read More
My marriage to Anthony Winterbourne, despite the hurried nature in which it had come about, began on a high note. After our tiny ceremony at St. Matthew’s and the even tinier wedding breakfast which Bertie had prepared, we spent … Read More
I’d always believed in a divine choreography. I’d believed that the universe moved us around, backwards and forwards, sometimes in spirals, bringing us into circles of time and space, brushing us up against people who we’d later discover had … Read More
On the second day of my three-day holiday at Foxglove, there was a knock at the door. I was alone, calmer than I was when I’d arrived, but suddenly nervous at the fact there was a visitor outside. Glancing … Read More
After my first episode with Gregory’s spirit, things began to change. Thinking upon it now, it was very probably a combination of factors: my epiphany in the heath, my experience with Greg, my starting to write again and my … Read More