Discover tranquil Tippermere, where things aren't always what they seem.
“Isn’t it beer time yet?”
Lottie glanced at her watch. She’d already had G&T time with her gran, whose idea of a weak drink was a double gin with a waft of tonic, and was feeling slightly off centre. Carrying on drinking, mid-afternoon with no food in her was probably a bad idea.
“Well…” There was a sudden outbreak of ‘Your Sex is on Fire’ from somewhere in the region of Lottie’s knickers, and Mick gave her a smouldering look that nearly ignited other parts of her, or that could just have been because part of her brain had taken off on a fantasy she couldn’t control.
My favourite pubs in the area are the real British country pubs - the type that have open fires, real ale and oak beams with hops hanging from them. My very favourite ones are in Mobberley in Cheshire, and are where I pictured the gang, mud-spattered and heady from a day hunting, or debating the future of the village following the death of Marcus James. The photo above was taken in The Bulls Head, but it's a combination of this pub, plus The Church Inn that was in my head as I wrote.
Welcome to Tippermere - I'll be sharing more about the setting and the characters in the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy the ride!