It would be difficult to say who got the biggest shock. While inspecting his newly renovated property in the village of Juniper, Architect Ben from Edinburgh, would come across what looked to him like a rather scruffy looking intruder sleeping in his bathtub.
Could things get any worse for village decorator Lizz? After being locked in her clients bathroom, than being picked up in the rain by him after her trusty little van ran out of petrol.
Ben hadn't realised how tired and overworked he had become until a brush with reality made him up sticks and move to the country. Little did he realise this dainty decorator fiddle player would open up his world to the pleasure of folk music and so much more.
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