Beth is running away. With her young son Leo to protect, Willow Cottage is the lifeline she so desperately needs. Overlooking the village green in a beautiful Cotswolds idyll, Beth sees a warm, caring and safe place for little Leo.
When she finally uncovers the cottage from underneath the boughs of a weeping willow tree, Beth realises this is far more of a project than she bargained for and the locals are more than a little eccentric! A chance encounter with gruff Jack, who appears to be the only male in the village under thirty, leaves the two of them at odds but it’s not long before Beth realises that Jack has hidden talents that could help her repair more than just Willow Cottage.
Over the course of four seasons, Beth realises that broken hearts can be mended, and sometimes love can be right under your nose…
Escape to Willow Cottage was originally digitally published as a four-part serial under the title Willow Cottage. This is the complete story.
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Chapter 3 p.27-28
Beth’s phone rang. ‘The voice of sanity! Hello, Carls.’
‘At last it’s not your wretched voicemail. How are you and where the hell are you?’ ‘I’m feeling surprisingly normal in the village of the totally insane. How about you and Fergus?’
‘Nick came round here last night. We didn’t tell him anything but he says he’s going to find you.’ Beth couldn’t help the feeling of ice fear that trickled through her body. Her mind flashed back to the night she left. Beth looked around her: another troop of Morris dancers was in the middle of the green hopping up and down as another group practised nearby. People were chatting and laughing and the sound filled the air. This was a world away from her London life; there was absolutely nothing here that could connect her to what she’d left behind. Despite the state of Willow Cottage it made sense to stay here for the time being.
‘He’ll never find me here.’
‘Where is here exactly?’
‘Dumbleford. It’s west of Stow-on-the-Wold.’
‘Sounds like place names from Narnia to me. What’s it like?’
‘The cottage I bought is practically a ruin, there’s a man living in my willow tree, the only person under fifty thinks I’m an idiot, everyone else is barking mad and today they are having a Morris dancing competition on the village green.’
‘Actually, I like the sound of that. The Morris dancing, not the rest of it.’
Beth lowered her voice and took a step back from Leo so he wouldn’t hear what she said. ‘Between you and me I think I may have made a huge mistake with the cottage. I’m speaking to the solicitor tomorrow to see what options I have. I’ll keep you posted.’