Room with a view

They had made memories there – a place of love and hope

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

River, meadow and wood converge around an old mill in Hampshire, where changing vistas create a bond between garden and landscape

LAST night I dreamt I went to Manderley again . . .” This is surely one of the most evocatively memorable opening lines to any novel ever written. Personally, I’ve been dreaming all too long of return

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

And so it was that the fair Lady Joanna spurned her betrothed and fled from the castle in the dead of night, her faithful man-at-arms by her side. Off the lovers ran, into the depths of Howe Acre wood