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Jane Milton doesn’t want to sell her beloved beach hut, which has been the heart of so many family holidays and holds so many happy memories. But when her husband dies, leaving her with an overwhelming string of debts, she has no choice but to sell.


The Beach Hut follows the stories of the people who own the beach huts, families who come to Everdene each year, people who fall in – or out of – love, remembering their pasts, or trying to forget them… Veronica Henry has brilliantly drawn together the comings and goings of life at the beach huts over one long, hot, lazy summer…
  • ISBN-13 Number: 9781409115618

  • Publication Date: July 2010
WRITER IN RESIDENCE AT HOTEL DU VIN!
My publishers, The Orion Publishing Group, and Hotel du Vin/Malmaison hotel are delighted to announce their collaboration on a “Writers in Residence” project that will run from July through to November 2010.
I am absolutely thrilled to be kicking off the initiative, and will be writer in residence as follows:
  • 19/20 July Hotel du Vin Poole (UK)
  • 21/22 July Hotel du Vin, Brighton (UK)

I’ll be Twittering about my experience, and writing a short story inspired by my visit – if I can manage to drag myself out of the wonderful Egyptian cotton sheets or the infamous HdV baths!
I remember going to the first Hotel du Vin when it opened in Winchester: I was enchanted, and have remained a huge fan ever since. We both strive for a similar style – quintessentially English escapism with a touch of wit – so I think it will be a very productive collaboration, and the perfect environment to find inspiration.
My fellow Orion authors Katie Agnew and RJ Ellory will be following suit (or should that be suite) later in the year, and are both very entertaining as well as being wonderful writers. For more information, read press release



Veronica Henry writes articles for The Daily Mail – here’s a link to an article she wrote about becoming invisible at 40.

     
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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.