By Clare Revell
We discovered River Edge Lodges in Bridge of Earn, Perth, Scotland in 2003 and can’t stay away.
Just off the M90, it’s an ideal base to explore Scotland. With plenty to see and do, ranging from waterfalls, mountain walks to castles and a zoo with tartan sheep (yes really and I do have a photo on my phone to prove it), the warm welcome you receive is an added bonus. Is it any wonder we keep going back?
Marigolds in October
by Clare Revell
DCI Craig Fraser doesn't want some English plod interfering with his case, especially one with a reputation for incompetence. But it seems the lovely detective inspector knows the killer and may be their only hope.
But as Craig gets to know her, another problem emerges. Can he keep his professional and personal lives separate? Or are he and Milly on a collision course that will have drastic consequences for everyone?
“Look, it’s been a really long twenty-four hours.” Milly moved away from the door and leaned on the officer’s desk. “Most of it has been spent travelling and fighting road works and queues on the M6. So, what I want is to be told where I can find DCI Fraser. I also want a hot bath, cup of rosy, a decent meal and ten hours sleep. In that order. What I don’t want is to be left hanging for over an hour downstairs in the lobby while a bunch of Scottish plods play the fool and refuse to help.”
The cop looked pointedly at her, then at the door.
Milly closed her eyes and sighed. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Aye, Detective Inspector Jenson, that I am.”
Milly spun around, her stomach tying itself in knots and trying to hide in her shoes. Her face burned.
A tall man, easily topping six feet leaned against the doorway, left hand in his trouser pocket. Dark curly hair framed his face, the faintly amused look on his face tempered by a furrowed brow and fire in his intense blue eyes. He wore a black shirt neatly tucked into black suit trousers, jacket hanging open, his grey tie fastened with a gold tie pin.
She took a deep breath and held out a hand. “DCI Fraser, I assume. I’m DI—”
“Late is what you are and I cannae abide lateness. I dinnae care to ken what you do or dinnae want. What I want is you in my office. Now.”
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