When book illustrator, Miriam Chambers inherits Great Aunt Felicity’s Victorian mansion in the Norfolk countryside, she discovers it is a poisoned chalice. Either she must live in the run-down, cold building for a year and a day, or it will be auctioned for charity. Since she is able to work at home she decides to accept the challenge and she employs some local tradesmen to improve the facilities a little. But it is a lonely house set in overgrown woodland and Miriam is grateful when a strange-looking young man comes to the door offering to chop wood and do odd jobs. As the creaks and bangs around the house alarm her, she is pleased when Charles, the reticent young man, provides company.
Increasingly Miriam tries to find the reason for the conditions imposed in her Great Aunt’s will. Was there foul play when she had her accident and what happened years before when part of the house burnt down? This beautifully written mystery weaves a spell around the house and the people connected to it. It is easy to empathise with Miriam but there is a surprising conclusion which you are unlikely to predict. Reminding me of the books of Kate Morton, this is a story for lovers of ghost stories, history and romance. The introductory quote.
“One lives in hope of becoming a memory”
Is an apt description of this haunting story, about the nature of love.
Rachel Walkley’s delightful description of herself:-
Aspiring writer who pens Women’s Fiction and magical tales about family secrets.
An East Anglian turned Northerner – ish.
Information professional, always.
Biologist, in my memories.
Archivist, when required.
Amateur pianist and flautist.
Scribbler of pictures.
And forever…. a mother and wife.
Oh, not forgetting, cat lover!