Mourning the end of a relationship, Letty Campbell, chicken farmer par excellence, turns her hand to a spot of property dealing. Aided and abetted by her glamorous sidekick Julia, Letty sells the land she inherited from her neighbour to CFC Inspirational Health and Beauty, a Texan outfit who plan to set up a health farm. Letty's mother has been busy too, announcing her engagement to the fabulously wealthy Colonel Thompson. But when her mother starts receiving mysterious phone calls, Letty wonders what skeletons are rattling in the Thompson family closet. Meanwhile, back at the health farm, Letty finds plenty to distract her. But is the sleepy Yorkshire village of Calderton ready for colonic irrigation and 'stunt' aerobics? And what is the connection between a freak accident, an escaped prisoner, and a load of filthy lucre...
An excellent light read for a rainy afternoon. Letty has mildly implausible adventures, some detective-ish (the label 'mystery' might be an exaggeration), many lesbian, and all with moderate peril.
More fun with the British dyke chicken farmer. Less about the chickens in this one, which is a shame because I liked some of the details about their personalities. More intrigue and complexity in the plot. And apparently, this is the last the author wrote! Alma Fritchley, where are you? Stop messing around doing people's taxes and write another Letty story!
Letty sells some of her inherited land to an American "health" farm. Her mother is going to marry again. After breaking up with Anne, Letty is meets a new lover, Sarah, a cook at the "health" farm.
The thing about this book is that one wonders just how many people aren't who they say they are.