By Holly Crawford
After the end of WWII, Eleanor lost touch with her Land Army comrade, Joan. But when she receives a letter from her out of the blue, many years later, it can only mean one thing – the cowgirls are about to embark on a whole new set of adventures . . .
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Holly Crawford lives in Northern Ireland with her husband Paul and their Dorset sheep. When not cuddling lambs or milking cows, she works as a freelance journalist, having written features for national magazines on everything from aardvarks to lawnmowers. The couple are expecting their first baby in 2024. Writing a Pocket Novel is a dream come true.
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PROLOGUE
ELEANOR was having breakfast when she first heard the news on the wireless. Her tea mug was halfway to her lips when she heard it for the second time, courtesy of Miss Smith, the housekeeper, who almost took the door off its hinges as she barrelled into the kitchen to relate the glad tidings.
She shot across the well-worn tiles, before skidding to a halt next to shiny black stove in its red-brick fireplace.
“Have you heard?” the old lady enquired breathlessly.
Her eyes sparkled, and a smile danced on her lips as she delivered the news they’d been praying and waiting for.
Eleanor stood and threw her arms around Miss Smith and they paused there for some time to let the information sink in.
Eleanor’s eyes pricked with tears of happiness. She’d dreamed of this moment for so long and the day had finally dawned. Sh
