Books by Philippa Church

With tears in my eyes, I waved goodbye to the furniture and the last of my family as they disappeared with their memories stored within the furniture and precious possessions. I was to remain in the house until the new owners took possession. I had the folder, found in the attic; I excitedly unclipped and drew down the zip. The letters were wonderful, transporting me backwards in time to the 1920s. I could relate to my grandmother, describing her beautiful clothes, her family and journey to Egypt where she was to marry my grandfather. Love letters, yes, but so much more, a life, a passion that moved through time and I was able to experience and relate to their endearing love............