Dashell sank thankfully into an armchair, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, so exhausted in heart and mind that he could have wept. For the third time in as many days he had to endure seeing someone’s distress…

At twenty-five past one there was still no sign of Walden. At precisely half-past one Dashell went out into the hall just as Walden opened the door upstairs. He slowly crossed the landing and came downstairs. When he was halfway down Dashell opened the front door. Walden went outside and down the steps and turned round when he reached the bottom, but the door had already been shut.

There’s no doubt that the world moves faster than it did in the old days. With the constant creation of new technologies, each year gets a little big faster. When was the last time you stopped to smell the roses?

I like to take moments and remember a time when things moved slower. I’d like to travel to a time when phones weren’t constantly buzzing, newsfeeds were constantly updating & alarms weren’t constantly sounding.

How do you slow your life down? Do you even try?

The House on Becket Lane is a book about England of the early 19th century, a time of horses and carriages and strict rules of conduct and etiquette, in which an aristocrat falls in love with a commoner and begins a romance fraught with problems and difficulties, and a family mystery. 

This particular time-era is one that a number of readers enjoy as it conveys a sense of a slower pace of life, which we in the 21st century would like to enjoy as well if only we could. Life is only as fast as one’s transport, and yet back in those days even the best horses were never quite fast enough. And how we love collectables from the Georgian and Victorian eras!

 Come and enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.