" ago. Situated on a road on the outskirts of the town and with only the marshes between it and the sea, it was essentially an overgrown beach hut and utterly charming when the sun shone. It was only really intended for summer use and Amy knew its thin clapboard walls and huge windows would provide scant protection against the elements in the coming winter. There was no proper heating except a temperamental woodburner in the "

― Lucinda Riley , The Butterfly Room