The Pebblewick Chronicles - Chapter 6 - Saturday
Saturday A Postcard from C What Saturday might have in store for me was a question I chose not to ask. The previous week had demonstrated quite convincingly that life could answer such questions whether one wanted it to or not. I left home shortly before eight. My cottage stood on the outskirts of Pebblewick, beside the road leading away from the village. It was a modest little place, containing two bedrooms, a small back garden, and rather more books than any sensible person ought to own. On occasion, the books outnumbered the available seating. There were only three houses along that stretch of road. Mine was the first. The second belonged to Doctor Heal. Doctor Heal was in his early sixties and had been looking after the inhabitants of Pebblewick and the surrounding villages for more than twenty years. And yes, his name really was Doctor Heal. Visitors occasionally assumed somebody was making a joke when they first heard it. The people of Pebblewick had long si...