This week I'm reading: The Cottingly Secret by Hazel Gaynor
Cottingley, Yorkshire. August 1921.Fairies will not be rushed. I know this now; Know I must be patient.
On Page 56:
Elise laughed as I squealed at the icy cold. "You'll catch your death, Frances Griffiths, not to mention a slipper on your backside if your mother catches you! And mind you don't slip on those stones. The water's running fast. It'll knock your feet from under you easily enough."
I'm enjoying the book. I'm liking Olivia’s story (present day) more and could have done with less of the sections from the manuscript and the history story.