SUNDAY SCENE: NANCY PEACH ON HER FAVOURITE SCENE FROM LOVE LIFE

My debut novel Love Life is set in and around a hospice (admittedly an unusual choice for a romantic comedy) but one of my favourite moments in the book is when the heroine, Tess Carter (a palliative care doctor) visits the home of her patient, Mary Russel. Tess has a complicated relationship with the Russel family. Mary’s son Edward is in denial about his mother’s terminal illness and remains conflicted about the hospice and everything it stands for, including Tess. On this occasion she is visiting the house to return a scarf to Edward but is not sure what to expect. She knows that the Russel family are wealthy, but the family home is a bit more substantial than she’d anticipated.

‘Tess was entirely unprepared for the view of the Russell residence, which was indeed just up the hill from the vet’s practice. As she cornered round the leafy lane that circumnavigated the estate she caught a glimpse of the main house, a Georgian manor in mellow stone nestled amongst smaller outbuildings, including a carriage house and stable block. She pulled to a stop on the gravel drive, half expecting a butler from a Merchant Ivory production to emerge from the main portico and open her passenger door. She sat for a moment in the car just gazing in awe at her surroundings; the lawn rolling down away from the house towards a thicket of trees, the neatly trimmed box hedges that bordered the drive, the sash windows reflecting the early sunlight and lending a cheerful openness to the façade.’

The novel is set in Bristol and has a Pride and Prejudice theme, featuring a Jane Austen character as one of Tess’s internal narrators, and a hero with hints of Mr Darcy. I love the architecture of this period and the Russel house combines elements of Georgian splendour with the warmth of a family home, complete with canine companions.

‘She made her way round to the back of the house, where she found a weathered rear door with iron boot scrapers at either side. She knocked hard against the door panel and found that it was ajar. With some trepidation she nudged it open and called out “Hello?” Almost immediately there was a cacophony of noise from within the house, barking and the scrabbling of claws across tiles, and she was nearly knocked off her feet by a pack of dogs hurtling into her, tails wagging. The first three dogs were rangy setters, their knobbly heads knocking into her thighs as she fussed over them. A few moments later an elderly cocker spaniel with cloudy eyes shuffled into view and the setters backed off to allow the senior member of the party to greet the visitor.

“Hello?” Edward’s familiar voice shouted through from the next room, “I’m just in here, come through.”

Tess made her way into the kitchen accompanied by the enthusiastic canines and discovered Edward, clad in damp running gear holding his ankle behind him with one hand to stretch out his quads whilst supporting himself on the back of a chair with his other hand. He looked up at her in surprise.

“Dr Carter! How nice.” He was smiling, although she couldn’t tell if it was genuine pleasure at seeing her or more of a grimace as his muscles relaxed into the stretch. He released his right ankle and repeated the move with the left whilst trying to fend off the dogs who were all trying to get involved in the warm down. Tess was mortified.’

 

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