The Whistle-stop Tour Enters an Ironic Part 3

Every so often, fate relents. Pretty much the moment we arrived in Triscombe and stepped into the warm glow of our little log cabin, we knew we were going to have a good time there. Over the weeks that followed, I fell completely in love with the place, the area, the lifestyle. If we hadn’t been renovating our house, I’d have lobbied hard to stay.

People had been saying to us, was it really a good idea to go and ...