Pippa lets out an involuntary shriek as she spots the sign. ‘Welcome to Riverdean.’ She has arrived!
She follows the road as it bends sharply to the right, and her Audi is plunged under a canopy of trees. The brilliant blue of the sky peeks through the green and mustard leaves, as though even the sky is promising good times to come. And boy, does Pippa need good times. It’s been one hell of a year, filled with grief, job stress and break-up angst.
Pippa is ready for a fresh start. To stand on her own feet. The months of preparation, staying up late after work to plan, nights filled with worry and doubt, all seem worth it now she’s here.
She’s waiting for her first glimpse of the village. The Google images promised her chalet-style cottages in vibrant reds and greens, all with views of the sparkling river, scenes not unlike the Swiss Alps. The magic her mum spoke about all those years ago, wistful tales about her childhood spent in the idyllic Wye Valley. It sounded like a fairy tale to Pippa’s ears, comp
