If you’re fond of old-world charm, this might be the place for you, but it does come at a price. Harewick is one of those quaint villages where everyone knows your name, and your business. There’s a butcher and a baker, but as far as I’m aware, no candlestick maker. Unless you’d like to retire here and take up the job yourself. Harewick is much more family oriented than some of the other Alderwick villages, and it does have its fair share of older folks seeking a respite from the passage of time. I doubt Harewick has changed much in the past hundred years.

Its narrow lanes wind between stone cottages, their gardens spilling over with roses, lavender, and climbing ivy. At the heart of the village is a modest market, and a handful of shops. You won’t find things in abundance here, but you will find all that you need. Residents are mostly friendly and welcoming, except the chemist. The man has the sense of humour of a porcupine that hasn’t slept in five days. More than one local is convinced that he might be dipping into his own stocks.

But forget him for the moment. Harewick is, in many ways, a remnant of traditions from the past. It has long been known for its close-knit families, and skilled needleworkers. Indeed, many a housekeeper around Alderwick swears by both the beauty and efficiency of a Harewick tea towel. Here you will find little of the bustle associated with larger towns. Afternoons are measured in cups of tea, familiar greetings, and leisurely walks along country lanes. But careful who you’re seen walking with. Before you know it, the village rumour will have you married, with three children, and stepping out on your unwitting spouse.