This was the first of Marcia Willett's novels I picked up, and also happens to be my favourite. Her warm style, vivid characters, and the way she seamlessly intertwined the past and present makes this a truly unforgettable read.
Now that both her mother Angel and her mother's close friend Pidge are dead, the links to Lizzie's lively and rather eccentric childhood have been severed. Yet, while sorting through some of Angel's things, Lizzie discovers a postcard that brings the past flooding back. She remembers Felix, her mother's lover who spent many a weekend with them and who became almost a father to her. Suddenly she is seized by the crazy idea to find Felix and recapture some of the magic of those long ago times.
Still bruised after a relationship break-up, uncertain as to where her life is going, Lizzie goes to Michaelgarth, Felix's family home in Exmoor. Not only does she find Felix, now an old man, but a family in desperate need of help, and it seems that warm-hearted Lizzie might be the very person they've been waiting for.
Sit back, relax and let yourself be carried along by this wonderful story.