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The Finchbottom Vale is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, stood Mornington Manor which was the beating heart of the Mornington Estate.
The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills, and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins and an important part of the parish was the Greenwood Guesthouse owned and run by divorcee Janita Front.
Donna Harding had enjoyed a successful career in the Downshire Constabulary, due to her diligence and hard work she had reached the rank of Detective Constable. And had done so largely without regrets but she had arrived in her early thirties with her integrity, looks and figure intact, but she still lived the existence of a singleton.
Frank had planned to meet up with a friend in Purplemere at a restaurant called “La Florenza” but he cancelled at the eleventh hour. He had already booked himself a room at the Lamb and Flag so as he had already made the journey into town he decided to stick with his plan and make his own amusement.
The southern town off Abbottsford was the biggest in Downshire and was the administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government. It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City, was home to Abbottsford Town football club and benefitted from the renowned Winston Churchill Hospital.
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Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North and it’s at the Downshire Country Park Hotel situated equidistant between Great and Little Trotwood where the St Georges Day Ball was taking place.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, the may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that it was the best and that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford which was Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.
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