May Rosevere has reached the grand old age of one-hundred-and-ten, thanks to a slice of toast with butter every morning, a glass (or two) of sherry in the evening, and the wonders of the Cornish sea breeze – or so she tells everyone.
But May has a secret. One that no one has ever discovered, not even her late husband Charles.
A treasure trove of long-forgotten letters, just waiting to reveal their secrets, and frosty neighbour Julia are changing everything…
But May has a secret. One that no one has ever discovered, not even her late husband Charles.
A treasure trove of long-forgotten letters, just waiting to reveal their secrets, and frosty neighbour Julia are changing everything…
