Augusta must’ve been close by because we were surely near to heaven! My husband Gene and I stayed at a B&B this summer just a few miles from the small English village of Broadway. One of the highlights of our visit was a hike into town and back on a section of the Cotswold Way.

            Naturally, with Augusta hovering nearby (as I’m sure she must have been), I halfway expected a body to turn up sooner or later. Thankfully, none did.

            Stepping carefully, we maneuvered through sheep-filled meadows, climbed over stiles, (remember them from nursery rhymes?) and wound our way through the deep, cool green of woods to skirt fields of wheat, golden and ripe for harvest. A graceful pinkish-purple wildflower we learned was called rosebay willow herb nodded along the trail.

            Now blessed with the benediction of this tranquil setting, I’m ready to get back to the business of murder.

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