Love blossoms in a charming English town during this Edwardian era sweet romance!
Three interwoven stories, all set in 1910, combine to bring history alive.
Guaranteed to make you smile and warm your heart, join these residents of Lillymouth as they make the biggest decision of their lives!
The Little Library on Cobble Wynd
Considered firmly on the shelf, Bea comes to the Lilly Valley looking for a fresh start. She finds more companionship than she ever hoped for in Aaron and his young daughter, but is heartbreak hiding on the horizon?
A Bouquet of Blessings on Cobble Wynd
When florist Eve discovers that her blossoming attraction for the local vicar may be mutual, she is shocked when his attentions run cold. Could danger be lurking in the shadows?
Love is the Best Medicine on Cobble Wynd
An unexpected visitor turns Doctor William Allen’s world upside down and sets his pulse racing in this tale of unwanted betrothal.
A standalone novel, with happily-ever-afters guaranteed, these are the first of many adventures on Cobble Wynd!
A beautiful review by the lyrical and poetic author Colin Ridyard can be found on his blog at Finding Love on Cobble Wynd by Anne Hutchins (colinridyard.com)
Detachable collars and cloth-covered baskets; petticoats and pinafores, Bonnets and shawls. Ankle-length dresses and knee-patch breeches; high-waisted trousers, and ivy-covered walls. One of the first things to draw me to “Finding Love on Cobble Wynd” was the endearing cover picture of a cobbled street not too dissimilar to those in Cornwall and Devon and Pembroke and so ubiquitous to the wonderful British seaside tradition you can immediately hear the call of gulls, the sound of horse-drawn carts on cobbles and the smell of fish and chips. This is Cobble Wynd in the seaside town of Lillywater; a street of stalls and traders which starts at the promenade and leads all the way up to the Church of Saint John the Evangelist.
We are taken back in time to 1910 and the bottom of Cobble Wynd to Bea’s Book Nook where we first meet Bea, a spinster, who has come to the town looking for a fresh start. Like the suffragettes of the era, she is a fiercely independent woman, but also trapped by the societal norms of the age. The novel is well researched from the description of the children’s books including Bea’s namesake right down to the ‘rhyme and chime’ sessions. I should point out at this point, rhyme and verse were considered important constructs of social class, as were an Edwardian man’s means to provide for his family. Because of this, it often took a long time for men to save up enough for marriage, so they tended to marry in their later years, especially men in the middle and upper working classes. Herein lies the first challenge: how will true love find its path when Aaron, the object of Bea’s desire, is genuinely ashamed by his absence of affluence.
The story is beautifully told and I won’t reveal any spoilers here. What I found refreshing about the book was how it flowed seamlessly like a mountain spring into the next story where the town florist Eve, discovered her ‘blossoming’ attraction for the local vicar was both welcome and reciprocated. Extremely well-placed foreshadowing of events made for a most excellent narrative and I really liked the plot twist on the vicar’s relationship with his family.
The third story is a little darker and touches on some of the lesser-known aspects of domestic violence and gender abuse in Edwardian Britain. Reading it I recalled Constance Elizabeth Maud’s seminal 1911 novel No Surrender which brought this and other gender equality issues into sharp focus at a time of momentous societal change. Again, there is an element of social class involved, but also what I really liked here was the stark contrast in temperament between the dastardly cad and the hero our heroine turns to in her hour of need.
“Finding Love on Cobble Wynd” is a gorgeously stunning journey into an era long gone, combining elements of popular soap opera with sweet fairy-tale romance and British seaside charm. You can almost see the cloth caps and hear the heavy-duty, hobnailed boots of the walrus-moustached fishermen echo on the cobbles in time with the steady clip-clopping of the horse-drawn carts – simply irresistible and I for one cannot wait for the sequel.