Lottie Phillips - The Little Cottage in the Country

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‘A sweet and charming story.’ Kaye Temanson (NetGalley reviewer)A delightfully uplifting romantic comedy to get you in the mood for summer! Escape to the country!Anna Compton thought that moving to the countryside, leaving London and her past firmly behind her was the perfect solution. Goodbye life of thirty-something, crazed single mum of two, hello country glamour queen, domestic goddess and yummy-mummy extraordinaire.But her new life at Primrose Cottage isn’t quite what she expected! Very soon she’s chasing pork pies down hills, disguising her shop-bought cakes at the school bake sale – and trying to resist oh-so-handsome Horatio Spencerville, who just so happens to be the Lord of the Manor…Could moving to the country be the biggest mistake she’s ever made?Perfect for fans of Christie Barlow, Holly Martin and Tilly Tennant.Praise for Lottie Phillips:‘A sweet and charming story.’ Kaye Temanson (NetGalley reviewer)‘An easy summer read.’ Helena Manoli (NetGalley reviewer)‘Loved it. I laughed my way through it!’ Donna Orrock (NetGalley reviewer)‘A great story. I can’t wait for the next book by this author!’ Paige Kowolewski (NetGalley reviewer)

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‘The name’s Spencerville…’ He paused. ‘Horatio.’ He held out his gloved hand and she shook it.

Anna snorted.

‘What’s so funny?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘Nothing.’ She laughed. ‘Well, it’s just funny to hear someone introduce themselves using their surname first.’

Clearly affronted, he hit the flank of his horse with his crop and started to trot. ‘Well, there’s nothing funny about driving at speed. Just be careful, yah? You could injure someone, yah?’ He rode off down the road. Oddly, Anna couldn’t see any other riders.

She revved her engine in annoyance. ‘How dare he bloody tell me how to drive. Horatio…’ she muttered. ‘Who’s even called bloody Horatio? Riding around like a Rear Admiral.’

‘Mummy,’ Antonia’s voice came from the back.

‘Yes?’ she said, taking the turn towards Trumpsey Blazey.

‘Why was that man dressed silly?’

Anna smiled.

‘He looked like a plonk-ah,’ Freddie said.

‘Freddie, I’ve told you not to use that word.’

‘S’OK, Mummy, I don’t think you’re a plonk-ah.’

‘How kind.’ She slowed the car as they approached Trumpsey Blazey: their new home. Tears filled her eyes at the sight of the Cotswold stone bridge crossing the infant Thames and the chocolate-box thatched cottages either side. This was all theirs to enjoy.

The news had come out of the blue. Anna had been battling with the children over the merits of eating peas, in the kitchen, when she had received the letter from her dear aunt’s solicitor: she was to inherit her Auntie Flo’s country home. Auntie Florence was stepsister to her mother, Linda. There had been very few details, but the idea of moving from their tiny, mildew-covered, two-bed flat in London to the fresh country air was beyond exciting. It was her chance to give her children a better way of life. After all, she had failed at marriage with their father, Simon. She was, she hated to admit, lonely too. So very lonely, and when she thought about her aunt and remembered how very active her social life had been, she thought that, yes, she too could have that! This might be the way of making everything better. After all, she thought, in the midst of dreaming up freshly baked pies from her Aga, she had just received the dreaded news that her children would not be afforded the privilege of places at the best state school, but the one ten miles away that was deemed ‘dire’. She had phoned Simon (the ex ) to explain the situation. She had thought this would be an appropriate time for him to step up, show himself to be the man and father he should always have been.

‘Simon, it’s Anna.’ She had breathed deeply into the receiver. ‘The twins haven’t been accepted at Royal Oak.’

‘What?’ he screeched and, for once, she knew they were on the same page. ‘They’re not going to…’

‘Yes. Sully Oak.’

‘Oh, Anna, blimey.’

She knew then, in that shared moment of grief, that they had failed their children. What she wasn’t expecting was the next curveball.

‘Can’t you get more work? Surely, someone needs an article on…’ She could hear his brain whirring, grasping at straws. ‘On the micro-climate of Hammersmith.’

‘Thanks, Simon.’ She held back a sob. ‘Thanks for making me feel even more shit.’

‘Well, you know, if I had the money…’ He was a cameraman for the Beeb.

Anna was about to argue, knowing full well he’d just sold his house and shacked up with some bird from the PR department, but she held back. She reminded herself that she had what she wanted: her children. Nothing mattered but them and he had threatened, not that long ago, to take her to court for access to his children. Anna wouldn’t give him any room for manoeuvre.

She had hung up.

After receiving the news from her aunt’s solicitor, she had a good cry in the privacy of the loo (where she often escaped, glass of wine or Bailey’s in hand, for a moment’s peace).

She had adored her aunt. Flo had been a dear friend as well as surrogate aunt. The immense sadness that threatened to overwhelm her was tinged with a sense of hope. They could escape London and the poor state school. Within minutes, she was online checking out the Ofsted ‘Outstanding’ merits of Trumpsey Blazey Primary and reading about all the various clubs and village traditions they could be part of. There was even some giant pie-rolling competition. She chuckled at the thought of how much fun it all sounded.

Once Anna had had a quiet cry in the loo, she grabbed the twins’ hands and they danced and danced around their poky kitchen until Anna thought maybe she would jinx her luck by showing no remorse for her aunt’s passing. And so she solemnly toasted Aunt Flo with a Thomas the Tank Engine beaker. She knew neither Freddie nor Antonia really understood, but they affably joined in.

Anna could see the cottage so clearly in her mind’s eye; although, she realised guiltily, she had been so caught up in her own downward spiral of barely scraping by, that she had only exchanged letters with Aunt Flo in the last two years and had last visited the cottage ten years ago, Aunt Flo preferring to come up to London to visit.

She brought her mind back to the here and now as she scanned the small row of houses on the main high street, her heart lifting in anticipation at each house plaque she read. Anna thought she remembered the house standing gleaming and proud at the head of Trumpsey Blazey. Half an hour later, and with no one around to ask, she tried to bring up Google Maps on her phone. It was pointless as she couldn’t read maps, but she hoped for some sort of epiphany moment where all those years of orienteering the Bristol Downs at school would come into their own. Public-school education was character-building, her father had claimed when she phoned home asking – no, begging – to go to the local state comprehensive.

‘Dad, I hate it.’

‘You can’t hate it. You’ve only been there a week.’

‘Yeah,’ she had moaned, ‘but they sent us out into the countryside with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a map and compass.’

‘Weren’t you just on the Downs? I remember doing the same exercise when I was at the school.’

‘Yeah, but we had no food for hours . It’s clearly illegal and some form of child abuse.’

‘How long were you out there for?’

‘Two hours,’ she had wailed, thinking she might have broken him this time. ‘Then we were allowed back for tea.’

She had been greeted by the sound of a long, dead dialling tone.

Not dissimilar to the one she was hearing now. Not dead – but no signal, to her mind, was as good as dead. ‘Bloody hell. What is the bloody point of a mobile if you can’t be bloody mobile with it?’

‘Mummy, bad word,’ Antonia said.

‘What word?’

‘Buggy.’ She meant ‘bloody’.

Anna looked back at her daughter, who always achieved an enviable look of disgust that Anna one day hoped to mimic when she was telling them off.

‘Sorry,’ Anna said, exhaling deeply. ‘Only I can’t find it.’

A tap on the window made her jump and she looked outside. That Horatio person stood holding his horse’s reins and peering in at them. She rolled the window down.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Are you lost?’

‘Aren’t you meant to be with the hunt?’

‘Yes, but I’m taking Taittinger home.’

‘Pardon?’ she said, trying to hide her smile.

He looked at her disbelievingly. ‘Am I speaking a foreign language?’

She inclined her head. ‘Not far off.’

‘Tatty,’ he indicated the horse, ‘needs to go home.’

‘Right.’

‘It looks like you’re lost. Maybe I can help?’

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