“Reluctant to return to the empty rooms of Bluebell Cottage, Olivia ate fish and chips on the harbor wall, dangling her legs over the side just like she used to as a little girl, even though it made her mam… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“It was on the warmest days when I saw them most clearly, days when the sun dawdled high in the sky, tinting everything with… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“They appeared to me like a thin veil of mist, translucent, almost- not quite there. But for all their misty peculiarity, they were as… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I dreamed of the… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“If something’s worth doing, then it’s worth doing properly, even if it is only offering a biscuit with a cup of tea.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Her father had once told her that water has a memory; that every rock, every stone, every grain of muddy sediment leaves something of… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“She'd always imagined an autumn wedding: russet leaves and black velvets and dancing to Fred Astaire.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Never leave yourself open to regret Grace. We can only make a decision when we know the choices we are faced with. If we… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I moved silently across the garden, silvered with moonlight, my feet barely touching the ground. I brushed past fern and tree, following the lights… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Yorkshire's autumn was as great a gift as Yorkshire's summer. I loved watching the rusting of the leaves while the dales mellowed to shades… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
Now you look here. All your father ever dreamed of for you was to do something you loved in life. He didn't care about… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“There is more to every photograph than what we see-more to the story than the one the camera captures on the plate. You have… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
