Grace paused before answering. She didn't have a clue where that was.
“I'm sorry,” she told him, “I can't say I've heard of Lavender Cottage.”
The man looked down at a piece of paper that he held in his hand and looked puzzled.
“Oh,” he shrugged, “That's what it says, Mrs. Cole, Lavender Cottage.”
Grace suddenly brightened as if a light had been switched on inside her head, “Oh, Mrs. Cole! I'm so sorry dear, I completely forgot the name of her house. We just know it as the sweet shop.”
Josiah Wellings flapped his hands excitedly, “Oh, well done, Mrs. Thomas, well done.”
He moved himself behind Grace so that she could point towards the harbour and give the young man directions to the old woman's shop.
“Are you a relative?” Grace asked, feeling a little bit cheeky but interested at th
