From Goodreads: Victoria Bradshaw fell in love with London playwright Oliver Dobbs when she was just eighteen. But he had left her and disappeared from her life. Now, years later, he was a widower standing on her doorstep wit his two-year-old son in his arms. And Victoria was foolish enough to want to take him back. Their early spring journey to a castle in Scotland would become an odyssey of emotional discovery.
This one was such a shocker in that I didn't really like it very much. Usually I just fall into Rosamunde Pilcher's Scottish world and swim around loving the accents and the landscapes and the small town charms. This one had some of that towards the end but it started out in London with not much ambiance and a despicable character. He's such a cad that you can't for a moment relate to why she cares for him so you (or at least I) have to plod through hoping it gets better. Should probably see where this falls on the timeline of Rosamunde Pilcher books - maybe it was an earlier one before she perfected her craft. Skip this and go reread the Shell Seekers!
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