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Hidden Treasures
Fern Britton
You will love this best-selling novel by Sunday Times best-selling author Fern Britton. The perfect escape to Cornwall, for fans of Katie Fforde and Celia Imrie.Helen Merrifield decides to start afresh and put her old life behind her in the picture-postcard Cornish village of Pendruggan. Throwing herself into the local scene, Helen finds herself at the mercy of the rather desperate Vicar, but she is secretly drawn to the brooding local historian, Piran.Meanwhile, Helen’s best friend, Penny, decides that the village is the perfect setting for her new TV series. When the cast and crew descend, the village is thrown into a tizzy, but Helen has her hands full fending off her philandering ex-husband, who seems determined to charm his way back into her bed.Should Helen hold on to the past? Or will Cornwall give her something new to treasure?Pendruggan: A Cornish village with secrets at its heart
FERN BRITTON
Hidden Treasures
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2012
Copyright © Fern Britton 2012
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Source ISBN: 9780007362714
Ebook Edition © March 2012 ISBN: 9780007419418
Version: 2017-12-21
To my Cornish friends who have welcomed us so generously.
Contents
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Copyright (#u831e7df5-ce64-5ddf-bf7a-4e9176b7307c)
Dedication (#u6d750bd5-b5aa-5551-bc56-44c394b9a78d)
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Prologue (#u9a34a7e8-e8cd-5ae4-85cf-025bc69af649)
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Prologue
Violet Wingham straightened up and allowed herself the pleasure of feeling the warm evening air on her face. This would be her last night at Gull’s Cry. During the seventy-seven years she’d lived in Pendruggan, tending her garden and her cottage, she had always prided herself on being no bother to anyone. Determined that wasn’t about to change now, at the age of ninety-six, Violet had made up her mind to place herself in a nursing home until God took her back to her family.
Brushing the damp earth from her fingers, she took one last look at the freshly dug soil. ‘Goodbye, my darling. For now,’ she said softly, then returned the spade to the old privy which doubled as her garden shed and walked back into her house for the last time.
Part One
1
The sound of a tractor bumping over the cattle grid of the farm across the lane rudely awoke Helen. Yesterday it was the cockerel at the village farm. She wasn’t used to hearing such rural sounds. Not yet, anyway.
Lying in bed with her eyes still shut, savouring the warmth of her duvet and the soft cashmere blanket on top (a house-warming present from Gray, her ex), Helen felt more comfortable than she had in years. Nothing to get up for, nobody to deal with and the whole day to herself. She felt her body start to get lighter and was ready to drift off again when the phone rang.
‘Who the f … ?’ she scrabbled for the receiver. ‘Hello.’
‘Mum, it’s me.’ It was Chloe, her daughter. ‘So how’s the new cottage and Cornish life? Got all the yokel men beating a path to your door yet?’
‘Darling, I’ve only just woken up. What time is it?’
‘Nine forty-five.’
‘Well, that’s virtually the middle of the night as far as I’m concerned.’
‘Sorry, Mum, it’s just that I’ve been thinking about you so much. Are you OK?’
‘Yes, fine.’ Helen sat up and plumped the pillows behind her. ‘But I’m desperate for you to come and have a look at the cottage. It’s so pretty.’
