There’s something about autumn that brings out the best – and occasionally the worst – in Thimblewick. The hedgerows are heavy with blackberries, the mornings mist over the green, and every cottage window glows with the promise of tea and toast.
At The Stitchery, the sewing circle has already declared war on the first draughts of the season. Needles click like tiny sabres as everyone stitches their way through scarves, quilt tops, and a fair amount of gossip. Granny Thimble insists on keeping the door open “for the bracing air,” though no one’s sure who she’s trying to convince – herself or the rest of them.
Sir Whiskers, naturally, has claimed the prime position on the cutting table. He refuses to move for anything less than roast chicken or murder.
There’s talk of an upcoming Harvest Fair, though in Thimblewick that usually means two parts bunting, one part scandal. Someone’s already been seen sneaking out of the church hall with suspiciously large pumpkins, and word has it Mrs. Bramley’s prize-winning chutney might not be entirely her own recipe this year.
Autumn has always been my favourite time in Thimblewick – the season when the village feels most alive. Secrets rustle like leaves, and even the friendliest smile might be hiding something sharp beneath it.
🍂 If you haven’t yet visited Thimblewick, start with The Poisoned Cup – the first mystery in the series.
Cosy crime, a dash of sewing, and plenty of tea await you.
Poppy x
