When Sue asked me to write about a dream, of course I thought about the writing one – the one fulfilled when The Cornish House came out in May, but then I thought back to another long held dream that happened much sooner. Thanks to all my romance reading as a child and teen, I’d always dreamt of meeting a wonderful Englishman to sweep me off my feet. I of course would live in a grand house and he would be Darcy to my Lizzie.
When I moved to the UK in 1989, it was to meet men. I was bored with the variety I was meeting in bars in Boston. Don’t get me wrong, I loved, and still do love, the Sox, the Celtics, the Patriots and the Bruins, but I just felt there had to be more to conversation than sports or business. Blame those romance novels of my youth, but I hoped I would meet a cultured and handsome man when I moved to London. When I did, it all happened rather quickly. I had not been in the capital ten days when I met my now husband. He was supposed to be at the Middlesex 7s (there’s that pesky sport stuff again), but instead joined my new flat mate and me for lunch at the Pheasantry before she went on a blind date with a pig farmer – but that’s another story…
He swept me off my feet or, really, swept me around the world. No vast country pile, but a lovely Cornish cottage awaits us when the need to travel finishes. The reality has proven far better than anything I could have dreamt of all those years ago when I left Boston on the 19th of April with mother’s words ringing in my ears – ‘It’s Patriots Day. You are going the wrong way. We won the war.’ We had indeed, but this Englishman was the man of my dreams and he had my heart even before I knew him.
To be in with a chance of winning a copy of The Cornish House, tell us who you dreamed of getting together with. And if you did. And how it worked out! Liz will choose her favourite.