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Daisy's started a new life with her very own flower shop on the English coast-but she doesn't believe love will ever bloom for her again . . . A disastrous love affair and the loss of her father has made workaholic Daisy rethink her life. Now, instead of teaching grammar-school science, she runs Va Va Bloom-a florist shop in the town of Lullbury Bay. She provides beautiful flowers for special events in the Dorset community, including Lullbury's wedding of the year. But she's given up all hope of a wedding in her own future. When Rick, a charismatic stranger, comes in to buy his girlfriend flowers, a spark ignites between them. Just her luck, then, that the only man who gets her heart fluttering is attached! But soon Daisy realizes that this little town may yet change her life in more ways than she expected . . .
""You are not alone in this chaotic world Pour a coffee, sit with the pain You hold it inside Feel it, Understand it, Learn from it, Then let yourself grow...""
Welcome to Berecombe-by-the-Sea for a year of very special celebrations...
Welcome to Berecombe-by-the-Sea for a year of very special celebrations...
Welcome to Berecombe-by-the-Sea for a year of very special celebrations...
'A lovely, romantic and historical read' - Linda's Book BagJune 1963, Clematis Cottage, Stoke St. Mary, HerefordshireI am really not sure why I am writing this. A foolish whim by a foolish old lady and it will probably sit in a box unread and decay much like its writer when Death makes his careless decision.But perhaps someone will find it. Someone will care enough to read and somehow I know that will happen.April 2000, Clematis Cottage, Stoke St. Mary, HerefordshireTired of her life in London, freelance illustrator Rachel buys the beautiful but dilapidated Clematis Cottage and sets about creating the home of her dreams. But tucked away behind the water tank in the attic and left to gather dust for decades is an old biscuit tin containing letters, postcards and a diary. So much more than old scraps of paper, these are precious memories that tell the story of Henrietta Trenchard-Lewis, the love she lost in the Great War and the girl who was left behind.
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