The Pebblewick Chronicles - Part 2
The Pebblewick Chronicles Chapter Two: Saturday The Wedding Day The following morning dawned bright and clear over Pebblewick, and with it came the long-awaited wedding day. The bride and groom were not local to the village, though Pebblewick held a special place in their hearts. Several years earlier, while holidaying on the coast, they had discovered its picturesque harbour, winding lanes and, above all, the ancient beauty of St Bartholomew's Church. By the end of their visit they had made a promise to one another: if ever they married, it would be here. Now the day had finally arrived. Shortly after sunrise, the Reverend Horace Finch could be seen striding briskly along Harbour Street towards St Bartholomew's. Reverend Finch was well into his seventies and had served as vicar of the church for so many years that most villagers could scarcely remember a time when anyone else stood in the pulpit on a Sunday morning. He was a tall, slender man with wisps of silver hair, kind ey...
