Introduction
As Peter in "A Year in Provence" says: I sat down to write the novel, but the diary is what came out. --- A couple of miles from the most northerly point of mainland Britain sits, nestled between cliffs and moorland, a place that touches hearts. A place that calls out to the soul, and pulls you into an enchantment. At least, that was my impression of it. You’re told by most people that magic doesn’t exist, but I found evidence of a magical world, in the simple village of Brough. I was young enough to be receptive to the magic. The world is full of coincidences - small world stories that start you thinking if there is something else at work. We met Robert at the Caithness Music Festival, but he had grown up in the same North Lincolnshire village as Mum. At the same time as Mum. This coincidence - 500+ miles down the road - was enough to start a friendship of mutual interest, and mutual benefit. I can’t say what first made me want my own smallholding. From being very ...