Marcia, well wrapped up against a bitterly cold wind, on the north coast of Cornwall between Padstow and Trevone. This book is set in a fictional village a couple of miles from here.
‘We’re all pilgrims,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘One way or another, aren’t we? Always searching for something.’
Twelfth night - time to put away the Christmas angel. A new year dawns, and everything seems to be falling into place for Dossie. Her son Clem and his adorable five-year-old son Jakey have moved to Cornwall to be closer to her. She runs her own successful catering business. All she needs now is some better luck in her romantic life.
Complementing Dossie’s rather unconventional family set-up is the wonderfully eccentric Janna: a warm-hearted, generous woman who looks after the quirky nuns of the local convent – and little Jakey. With humour, kindness and the support of friendship, they form a tight bond.
But the Sisters’ life as they know it is thrown into doubt when an avaricious property developer starts prowling around their beautiful, historic home. Will this close-knit unit who so depend on each other still be together next Christmas? And what will they have learnt about the true meaning of family, and about having somewhere you really belong?
This opening in the wall is about four feet high. The air here is so pure that all sorts of lichens grow on the stonework.
Trevone beach - one of the many surfing beaches in this area.