Normally, anything involving trouble at t’pit, and even a whiff of a pair of clogs and a shawl has me heading in the opposite direction, but not Ms Jackson’s books. Although there isn’t a great deal of industrial archaeology in here (it is primarily a romance) it does give a picture of rural Cornwall at a time when tin seams were running low. Mainly, this is a compelling story replete with human interest, where everybody has a dark secret and even the chain garden hints at hidden things in the language of flowers. Most of the topics aired are of perennial concern (to say more would spoil the story) and there is so much in here that I did feel it could have been longer, with a few things not quite resolved. If you like a good strong story that is neither too frothily upbeat nor too gloomily downbeat, this one is a real page-turner.