The Pebblewick Chronicles - Chapter One: The Last Day of Term
The Pebblewick Chronicles Chapter One: The Last Day of Term Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mr Harold Quibble. I am, by nature, a mild-mannered gentleman of advancing years, usually found wearing round spectacles, a knitted waistcoat, and the expression of a man who has spent three decades discovering that people rarely enter bookshops for the simple purpose of buying books. I am the proprietor of The Salty Page , a small bookshop situated in the seaside village of Pebblewick. Now, there are seaside villages that appear in travel guides, seaside villages that adorn postcards, and seaside villages that sensible motorists pass through on their way to somewhere more exciting. Pebblewick belonged firmly to the second category, although the postcards were inclined to be rather generous. The village nestled in a gentle curve of the coastline, its whitewashed cottages clustered around a harbour crowded with fishing boats. A narrow promenade stretched along the shore, a ...
