One farming year. One clifftop farm. From the first swallow to the next.
Bea Hartnell left her family's farm on the north Devon coast at nineteen, a month before her wedding, without a word to anyone. Not to her father. Not to Joe Penhallow, the boy from the farm next door, who had loved her since they were six.
Twelve years later her father has a stroke in the lambing shed, and the phone call that brings her home at five in the morning is from Joe.
He has been milking her father's cows since the ambulance left, and he isn't going to stop now just because she's back. He isn't going to ask her why she went, either. Bea is a stroke nurse. She knows exactly what her father's silence means, and that it may never lift. And every day, in the handful of words left to him, her father tries to tell her something about the swallows.
A farm that might have to be sold. A man who stopped waiting at the gate a long time ago. And a secret twelve years old, which nobody has ever told her the whole of.
A warm, closed-door second-chance romance about coming home, from the author of The Letters We Never Sent and Where the Tide Lets Go.