Chapter 8
Beatrice was embroiled in an affair with a gallery curator when she took over the guesthouse left to her in my grandmother’s will in 1988. She really didn’t have time to do anything with a business. Despite being able to tell anyone who cared to listen about art history and obscure painters, she knew nothing of business and had no head for practicalities, the total antithesis of my grandmother. She was more interested in deciding what artwork should grace the lobby and dining room in the guesthouse and what sculptures would look good in the gardens. If my grandmother had been alive, she would have told Beatrice that the sort of people who came to Rachley Island wouldn’t know an impressionist or a cubist if they fell over one. Tourists are interested in sunset cruises and the loc
