“She'd always imagined an autumn wedding: russet leaves and black velvets and dancing to Fred Astaire.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Reluctant to return to the empty rooms of Bluebell Cottage, Olivia ate fish and chips on the harbor wall, dangling her legs… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“She woke to the sound of the sea, the sound of home. A cool breeze floated through the open window, carrying a… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“On the floor beside the spare pillow that had tumbled from the bed in her sleep was a single yellow flower. Five… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“As her dreams intensified, the red-haired girl became so real to Olivia that she found herself absentmindedly sketching her image during the… — 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
