I listened to the audiobook version, which was released in March this year and was narrated with brio by Patience Tomlinson (shame about the cover). But what an end! Mrs Bradley and her nephew literally try and hunt down the villain - on a fox hunt. Yes, it is dated. Very dated in parts, but some of the dialogue still makes me smile, even tho I have no idea how it progresses the plot. And let's face it, that plot needed progressing. Badly. But this was minor. The plot was interesting and the pace was adequate. There was a substantial amount of local colour, from archaeology through to joining the local hunt, and enough action to keep my attention. This is such a fun read with great characters, plenty of suspects to confuse you, red herrings to distract you and a touch of romance to sweeten it all. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys Agatha Christie and Vivian Conroy mysteries also set in this era. If there’s one thing better than a murder at Christmastime, it’s a slightly spooky murder at Christmastime, and editor Cecily Gayford has made sure to include a couple of fine examples of such works in Murder in the Falling Snow. For instance, in The Mystery of Felwyn Tunnel by LT Meade and Robert Eustace, private detective John Bell is engaged by the chairman of the Lytton Vale Railway Company in Wales to investigate the mysterious death of a signalman who was killed while on duty at the mouth of Felwyn Tunnel. Given the strange circumstances of the man’s death and the tunnel’s reputation for being haunted, there’s a fear that an apparition may have caused his death.

Perfect for a trivia night or a long trip, #TrainTeasers will both test your knowledge of this country`s rail system and enlighten you on the most colourful aspects of its long history. Meet trunk murderers, trainspotters, haters of railways, railway writers, Ministers for Transport good and bad, railway cats, dogs and a railway penguin. This is NOT a book for number-crunching nerds. Many of the answers are guessable by the intelligent reader. It is a quiz, yes, but also a cavalcade of historical incident and colour relating to a system that was the making of modern Britain. Mr. Canning is a curmudgeon, he's mean, nasty, selfish and doesn't give a care about anyone or what anyone else thinks. His actions in the past have been horrendous, yet he didn't deserve to be murdered. He's not quite a two-dimensional character. Something Ellie said resonated with him and made him pause to think. It also gave me an idea of what happened. Also, on a non-mystery related note in terms of the story, I'm surprised that Eleanor is already starting to move more towards a relationship with DCI Seldon this early on in the series, but, as I'm rooting for them regardless, I can't say that I'm disappointed with this decision!. Apart from Gladstone looking the cutest he's ever looked on the cover, wowee and I cannot believe how this author can keep it all up! I enjoyed reading about Eleanor's yuletide activities along with her amateur sleuthing. She and Clifford are a great pair and their interaction is often hilarious. She's a fun character and I had no problems following along even though I missed the third in the series. I am looking forward to the next installment. May your holidays be merry and bright -- and healthy.

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I love this series! It's fun, it's light, it's easy-reading and it never fails to charm and entertain me. A go-to for when I just want to enjoy myself.

The murder mystery was a good one and, although I called the killer I could not guess their motives. With Clifford by her side, Lady Swift set to with her trusty notebook and pen, and the two bounced theories, questions and ideas off one another while travelling in the Rolls as well as drinking tea at the Hall. But was it too difficult this time around? Was the murderer too clever? After all, Lady Swift had been embroiled in three previous murders – she was slightly over the horrors of murder.

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Born in Cowley, Oxford, in 1901, Gladys Maude Winifred Mitchell was the daughter of market gardener James Mitchell, and his wife, Annie.