The Secrets of Ivy Garden: A heartwarming tale perfect for relaxing on the grass
The ebook bestseller is back with her next hilarious read – a fun, fresh tale of love, friendship and family secrets…When Holly breaks up with her boyfriend Dean, she’s at a loss as to what to do next. But things go from bad to worse when her beloved grandmother Ivy dies – and Holly is left in charge of sorting out Ivy’s house and garden. As she sorts through her grandmother’s belongings and makes her way through the wilderness outside, Holly soon finds that there is more to Ivy than meets the eye, and uncovers a surprising family secret that changes everything…This is a heart-warming and hilarious story from Catherine Ferguson about starting over, learning to garden and most of all learning to love.
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CATHERINE FERGUSON
THE SECRETS OF IVY GARDEN
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Source ISBN: 9780008253356
Ebook Edition © April 2017 ISBN: 9780008215736
Version: 2018-05-11
For Ian and Krysy
Table of Contents
We stood on the dusty railway platform, Ivy and I, saying our goodbyes.
The August sun burned down, making my hangover worse. (It turned out that Ivy’s home-made rhubarb and ginger wine was rather more potent than even she had realised.) I thought longingly of the cool interior of the train, imagining myself sinking into a seat and closing my eyes to ease the ache that was pulsing at my temples. My journey from the Cotswolds up to Manchester involved several changes with a long wait between connections, but it had to be done. I was due back at work in the café next day. Not to mention the fact that I was keen, as usual, to escape the countryside and get back to my home in the city, even though I hated leaving Ivy.
‘Will you get a taxi at the other end?’ Ivy looked worriedly at my weekend bag, which was stuffed so full, the zip was in danger of bursting. ‘That looks really heavy.’
I nudged her affectionately, hoisting the bag further up my shoulder. ‘I’ll survive. Don’t worry. I’m a big girl now.’
She smiled, forget-me-not blue eyes crinkling at the corners, her face tanned golden brown and etched with lines from a summer spent in the garden. ‘You might have just turned the ripe old age of thirty, but I’m always going to worry. Show me a grandma who doesn’t.’
‘Especially one who’s a mum and dad to me as well.’ I pulled her into a hug, which was a little awkward because of the bag.
‘I’ll phone you when I get back to Manchester,’ I added when she didn’t reply.
Pulling back, I realised she hadn’t even heard me. She was staring directly over my shoulder at the opposite platform, and I turned, wondering what had caught her attention. Around a dozen people with bags and suitcases – some in little groups – were standing waiting for their train to arrive.
‘What is it?’ I asked, not recognising anyone.
The intensity in her eyes took me by surprise. ‘There’s something I need to tell you, Holly,’ she murmured.
I felt a twinge of apprehension but disguised it with a laugh. ‘That your rhubarb and ginger wine is at least thirty per cent proof? It’s all right. I already know that, to my cost!’
She gripped my forearms. ‘Can you take a later train?’
I shook my head. ‘This is the last one of the day.’
‘So go back tomorrow.’
The Manchester train appeared round the bend. We watched as it glided to a halt and passengers began alighting on to the platform. Panic fluttered in my chest. Ivy and I didn’t have secrets. We knew everything there was to know about each other.
What was it she needed to tell me?
My heart fought with my head. ‘I’d love to stay another night, but I’m back at the café tomorrow morning, remember? And Patty’s already short-staffed as it is, with people off on holiday.’
Ivy nodded, seeming to recollect herself. ‘Of course. I’m being silly.’ She forced a smile and let go of my arms. ‘You have to get back.’
People were climbing aboard the train now, and the guard was walking along the platform, getting ready to blow his whistle.
