LOVE LETTERS AT THE BORROW A BOOKSHOP (THE BORROW A BOOKSHOP #4) BY KILEY DUNBAR – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Kiley Dunbar
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- Genre: Contemporary romance
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Saturday 13th July
The Borrow-A-Bookshop stands – actually, it sort of slumps in its relaxed,
four-hundred-year-old seaside cottage kind of way – in a quiet cobbled
square just off Clove Lore’s main thoroughfare, an alarmingly steep slope
that the locals call Down-along when approaching the village from above
and Up-along when standing on the harbourside and contemplating the
long, sweaty trudge all the way up to the visitor centre.
Up at the top of Clove Lore’s slope there are endless Atlantic views and
the sense of standing Gulliver-like over the higgledy-piggledy slate rooftops
below. Less picturesque, but unavoidable in a three-times winner of the
‘Most Instagrammable Village in Devon’ award, you’ll also find
extortionate fudge concessions, a massive car park, and no end of coach
drivers lined up on the promontory’s benches, drinking from thermoses and
waiting for their holiday parties to return from paddling and pint-sipping
Down-along.
At the foot of the slope, you won’t be able to miss the delicious aroma
coming from the Siren’s Tail pub on the harbour wall, or the tinkling music
of the cliff waterfall over the beach. Its waters plunge down onto green
boulders before vanishing inside narrow caverns and crevices, carried out of
sight nobody knows how far under the sand.
At high tide your eyes will be delighted by the few colourful little boats
bumping together on their ropes below the ancient stone harbour cob. When
the waters retreat, the seabirds drop in, picking through the rock pools. On
July afternoons like this one, the crests of gentle waves glint with stars, like
someone’s scattered sequins in the Atlantic.
Austen Archer’s story, however, begins neither Down-along or Up-along,
but rather in the middle of the slope, where today you can’t get moving for
tourists regretting their slippy summer sandals, all clinging to gateposts for
dear life as they pass gingerly up and down the wide, cobbled footpath that
forms the village’s spine, snapping precarious selfies outside the charming
old cottages that line both sides, their front gardens a-froth with flowers and
spiked with breeze-blown palm trees.
Here in the middle is where the hardy ones cling; a few tenacious locals
refusing to give up their homes to the holiday rental market, as tough as the
opportunistic buddleia bushes that have taken root in Clove Lore’s gutters
and gullies.
Midway is where visitors stop, glad of the rest, to buy a choc-chip tub at
Mrs Crocombe’s Ice Cream Cottage and to browse the shelves at the
Borrow-A-Bookshop and cafe where, if you’re very lucky, the latest tenant
is a dab hand at Devonshire cream teas and frothy coffees, or if you’re bang
out of luck they’re only doing cans of cash-and-carry pop and multipack
crisps.
You see, once a fortnight the Borrow-A-Bookshop changes hands and its
new tenants (known locally as ‘the Borrowers’) arrive, drawn here by
dreams of holidaymaking and bookselling. Most of them rock up thinking
themselves the luckiest devils in England. Many leave with immediate
plans to get themselves back on the waiting list for another stay.
Some, the luckiest of them all, never leave, and they get to call Clove
Lore their home forever.
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