Authorized Web Site
Updated on January 28, 2006


Welcome to the newly redecorated and organized "The Stories of Rosamunde Pilcher" website. I apologize for the slow going of the recent updates, but you know how life gets busy and time runs away from us.

I hope the new format and colors are easier on the eye, and more helpful than before. I've dropped some older pages, and added new information.

Before you go on much further, I want you to understand that this site is Authorised by Thomas Dunne, RP's publisher, but is not her official site. Mrs. Pilcher does not send me information for it, and I do not have personal contact with her. I find my information online and in whatever other ways I can.

I cannot forward your emails to her, unfortunately, but you can share your thoughts with other fans on the RPBC Group in Yahoo. It's a nice community of RP fans who enjoy sharing info, news and stories.   
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The updating of these pages is not yet complete, but I wanted to publish what I have so far. As things are finished, I will add them, so you may want to check back occasionally to see my progress.

Interesting looking books, that include stories by RP!

Peter Beales'
: Comprehensive Guide to Landscaping with Roses (Hardcover)
I hear he has collected 24 stories about gardens and gardening by 20th-century writers including Rosamunde Pilcher, Colette, Robert ...

Michele B. Slung
: An Anthology of Twentieth-Century Short Fiction About Gardens and Gardeners (Hardcover)
Reviewed by Claire Hopley
See copy here

You know you've read too much Rosamunde Pilcher when...

"Rosamunde Pilcher's Bookshelf"

"Death is nothing at all" was quoted in the book, "September".
It was written by Sir Henry Scott Holland (1847 - 1918)

Visit for the full poem and details.

Contacting Mrs. Pilcher
If you would like to write to Rosamunde, you can reach her at one of these addresses, they will forward your letters!

St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010

Or through her agent, Curtis Brown Ltd.

Curtis Brown Ltd.
4th Floor, Haymarket House, 28/29 Haymarket, London SW1Y 4SP.
Tel Fax ;

Curtis Brown Ltd.
10 Astor Place, New York, NY 10003, USA
Tel ;

Curtis Brown Ltd.
PO Box 19, Paddington, Sydney, NSW 2021, Australia.
Tel 02 331 5301

Tourist Info for Cornwall, England, and Scotland

Holiday Information, Cornish History, Accommodation in Cornwall and more

Hidden Cornwall
Guided Walking Holidays-visit Cornwall's secret places including Lelant.

A Travel Guide to Cornwall. Towns and villages, the countryside, accommodation, a beach guide, places to go, things to do, brimful of nice pictures too.

Pictures of Great Britian -
hosted by Cornish Light. The photos on this site are available for sale!

Cornwall Calling
"A complete guide to Cornwall, and somewhere nice to stay."

Welcome to West Cornwall in England's Far West

United Kingdom

All Things British "most visited site for British travel"

@UK THE UK travel and tourist guide.

Newquay Britians Favorite Family Holiday.


The Internet Guide to Scotland.

The View From Here - photos and captions from Sue Taylor, Hampshire, England
Coming back soon...

You know you've read too much
Rosamunde Pilcher when....

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...on New Year's Eve you are starting to read Winter Solstice for the fifth time in one year!

When you can be your own person with your own style and still end up living with a man like Oscar Blundell!

When no matter how dark the horizon is, the new day will dawn with a brighter future!

submitted by Sheryl Eckerman

You name your house and use the name as your address.

You wish you had Athena Carey-Lewis's metabolism.

You wonder how come you never get to inherit any large run-down estates (in Scotland)!

You wish you could find someone British to tell you what a "cornish pastie" and a "marquee" is.

You're not quite sure what an "Aga" is but you know you need one!

You wish a large storm would suddenly descend and somehow resolve all your inter-personal problems.

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you long to wear cotton dresses everyday.

long walks in the damp, on a lonely, sandy beach, with difficult climbs to and from it, seem attractive.

you find yourself waking up early on your own, and always feeling wonderfully refreshed.

no matter what happens you think, "A cup of tea will be just the thing!" Even when you *don't* drink tea!

boarding schools sound fun.

corderouys suddenly sound attractive.

you are filled with pangs of jealousy because you weren't the type to develope from a tall gawky girl into a tall slender beauty. (I just stayed short and I'm still a bit gawky!)

a small dusting of powder is all you think you need for makeup.

you find yourself carefully inspecting all gardeners you meet.

dark, silent Scots become your manly ideal.

when you go to the beach, you are magically in a bathing suit, without having to change.

you find yourself saying, "I need a break. Maybe I'll pop over to London next week and go shopping."

you change your mind, and decide that it would be worth the discomfort of wearing high heels, to look even a little bit like Diana Carey-Lewis!

from the hot and humid tropics to the fog of London to the grey cliffs of the Scottish coast, if Rosamunde writes about it, we wanna go. Cornwall, we would want to go to anyway.... Right?

you look at old ladies with their adult children in a new light.

Christmas in England is really the only way to celebrate. Why do we even bother in the States?

After eating a boiled egg with butter and some toast by firelight, I'll go to bed.

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you find yourself referring to the patch of lawn that you put your wooden clothes dryers on the "drying green".

you salivate when you think of Cornish pasties.

every time you see whitecaps you think of "sun pennies" and "galloping horses".

you'd give anything for "thick, thirsty expensive writing paper" that you can use to scrawl hasty messages to people who will be very impressed that you wrote at all. With a fountain pen, of course.

you want a garden you can sit in. And you want a gardener. Preferably one who paints on the side or has some mystery about him.

you think of dinner entries as a "nice bit of" something.

you start checking out the hands of men you know to see if you can figure out what "spade-tipped" fingers look like.

you switch from coffee to tea and drink it more often.

you take baths more. Not for cleanliness, but to soak and "refresh" yourself.

you douse yourself in "scent". Particularly Chanel No.5 or Poison. And if you've never smelled Chanel No.5 or Poison you hunt in stores that carry expensive perfumes to catch a whiff.

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a co-worker says "Is this right?" and you answer back automatically "Right as rain!"

you call a baby stroller a "perambulator".

you call fishsticks and french fries "fish fingers and chips".

you go to "jumble sales".

you call your car trunk a "boot".

you search for a scrubbed pine table for your kitchen.

you have a burning desire to live in a cottage in Cornwall.

you want a martini before dinner.

it gets a little nippy inside and you go searching for the paraffin heater.

you find yourself adding cordoruy to your wardrobe.

you refer to vacuuming as "Hoovering."

you write with a Biro.

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you spend a weekend shooting Grouse.

you wear a jersey and wool skirt to work.

you spend far too much time walking the beach, looking at water, and painting pictures.

you drink pots of tea, made by a housekeeper (who must be at least 60 yrs old and have problems with her legs).

you have several friends over, frequently, who are named Isobel or Violet.

you crave an afternoon of shopping and lunch in London.

you enter a busy establishment, and "take your place in the queue."

you "lift the snib" of the garden gate.

you arrive at a dinner party in Kennsington and are given a Scotch and soda, and the hostess says "Hello, Darling! So gorgeous to see you! Isn't that rain just ghastley? Come in and meet some of my favorite people in all the world!"

you begin to refer to the hallway as the "passage" to the "loo."

someone you love hurts you, you're "Meant to be angry" but perhaps you're not ..."I don't know what I am meant to feel, really."

getting to your house includes going over the bridge, up the slope, where the drive is bordered on both sides by rhododendrons, before you reach the wide cobblestoned yard where the main house sits, overlooking the sea.

submitted by Michele Deppe

you go out and buy Yardley's Lavendar Soap.

you start craving scrambled eggs for dinner.

you find yourself looking for "Famous Grouse" whiskey at the liquor store.

you are embarrassed to go to the counter at your local bookstore, with three more RP novella's in your hand, when you were there just last week buying some others!

you rationalize that it is okay to have a "little snack" at 4:00 in the afternoon, because it is "just tea time".

you find yourself eating much more lamb than you used to.

submitted by Jennifer Humphreys

Today is a beautiful warm day here in Pa. I went outside and pegged some clothes on the line. It is a little to early to get out my secataurs and pecataurs (what are these exactly?) and do some gardening. Now if I only had a burn on my property and could hear a curlew!!

submitted by Avis Keener

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Rosamunde Pilcher's Bookshelf

I have not given these a lot of effort, they are only part of the bookshelf collection. But I wanted to include them just the same... Sandy

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Stories about gardening

October 30, 2005

Edited by Michelle Slung
Overlook, $25.95, 336 pages
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Our oldest story is about a garden -- a fruitful garden with everything to make us happy as long as we punctiliously obey the rules. One infraction and we're out. Here's a truth about gardens: They can be delightful, but not forgiving. Literature offers other truths about them as well. Andrew Marvell imagined a blissful garden "Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade." More sentimentally, gardens can be lovesome things. Gardens can also be dangerous; they may even be poisonous as the lover in Nathaniel Hawthorne's Rapaccini's Daughter was to discover.

"Rapaccini's Daughter" is not included in "The Garden of Reading," Michelle Slung's anthology of short stories featuring gardens and the plants that grow in them. "Too frequently reprinted," she explains. Instead of such workhorses of short story collections, she has gathered a varied selection of garden tales, many showing gardens as a lot less benign than we usually choose to think.

Take John Collier's "Green Thoughts," for example. It features a mysterious carnivorous orchid that battens on the human world. Or Stephen King's "The Lawnmower Man," in which a householder who ran over the family cat with the lawnmower decides to sell the offending mower and call on Pastoral Greenery and Outdoor Services to take care of his lawn in future -- with astonishing results.

Both these stories are fantastical and macabre: entertainments for a chill night, or perhaps correctives to the view that gardens are charming. On the contrary, people die in several of these garden tales. Indeed, some are even buried in gardens as in Robert Graves's sprightly "Earth to Earth," a story about the value of composting. This is one of the stories that anthologist Michelle Slung identifies as her starting point. The other is V.S. Pritchett's "The Fig Tree," which focuses on infidelity and the odd use of power. Indeed, if death is one element in many of garden stories, power is another -- and how could it not be since all gardening is an exercise in shaping a portion of the earth and the plants that grow on it to suit human whim?

Such shaping can certainly make life better as it does in Rosamunde Pilcher's "The Tree." The tree of the title is pretty awful, shading the small London garden and the house of a young couple who have not the money to take it down. Unexpectedly, an elderly godfather known for his miserliness stumps up the cash to do the job, thus literally and metaphorically changing the outlook of his godson and his wife. This story has no gardeners because the tree prevents any use of the land it stands on.

Similarly, the eponymous heroine of Lisa St Aubin de Teran's story "The Lady Gardener" is never actually shown in a garden, though apparently she has one, where she and her husband work diligently. However, her real vocation is getting rid of people who make pests of themselves -- the world's human slugs. Here the gardener's intolerance of creatures who ruin their plants becomes the guiding principle of a woman who has suffered too much from the destroyers of life.