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The Ramblers of St Claire
Rediscovering love, laughter, and life—one step at a time.
In the quaint Yorkshire village of St. Claire, where the sheep outnumber the locals and gossip is a competitive sport, a group of forty-somethings discovers that life—and love—still has plenty of surprises in store. From a farting dog to reluctant walks and unexpected sparks, this laugh-out-loud series blends small-town charm with the heartfelt journeys of characters rediscovering themselves and each other. Whether it’s a grumpy recluse, a meddling sibling, or a spontaneous connection, the Ramblers of St. Claire prove that finding love (and yourself) doesn’t come with an expiration date.
NANCY & LUKE
Two wandering souls, one farting dog, and a love story no one saw coming.
Nancy
St Claire is the kind of Yorkshire village where the sheep outnumber people, and the most exciting event of the week is spotting the postman twice. Don’t get me wrong, I love my cosy life as a freelance marketing expert, but sometimes I feel like a hermit in yoga pants. That’s why I decided to shake things up and start a walking group: The Ramblers of St Claire. The turnout? Let’s just say it’s… intimate. There’s Mrs Higgins, her dog (whose gas problem could be classified as a biohazard), and Luke, the village recluse who radiates grumpiness like it’s a competitive sport. Gossip about him is practically a local pastime, but I don’t care. What I do care about is the fact that he looks like someone dragged him here against his will. Cheerful walking buddy? Definitely not. Mystery man who might just need a nudge to lighten up? Challenge accepted.
Luke
I moved to St Claire for peace and quiet. What I got instead is nosey neighbours, endless gossip, and writer’s block the size of the Dales. My next crime novel is overdue, my editor’s losing patience, and I’m completely out of ideas. So when I see an ad for a walking group, I think, “Why not? Fresh air, inspiration, a chance to study local characters.” What I didn’t count on was a group that’s more like a comedy trio: one eccentric pensioner, her farting dog, and Nancy—the walking embodiment of sunshine. She’s too chipper, too chatty, and far too determined to make me smile. Honestly, it’s infuriating. But also… strangely refreshing. Maybe she’s just what I need to crack my next story—or at least survive this village with my sanity intact.
Nancy
St Claire is the kind of Yorkshire village where the sheep outnumber people, and the most exciting event of the week is spotting the postman twice. Don’t get me wrong, I love my cosy life as a freelance marketing expert, but sometimes I feel like a hermit in yoga pants. That’s why I decided to shake things up and start a walking group: The Ramblers of St Claire. The turnout? Let’s just say it’s… intimate. There’s Mrs Higgins, her dog (whose gas problem could be classified as a biohazard), and Luke, the village recluse who radiates grumpiness like it’s a competitive sport. Gossip about him is practically a local pastime, but I don’t care. What I do care about is the fact that he looks like someone dragged him here against his will. Cheerful walking buddy? Definitely not. Mystery man who might just need a nudge to lighten up? Challenge accepted.
Luke
I moved to St Claire for peace and quiet. What I got instead is nosey neighbours, endless gossip, and writer’s block the size of the Dales. My next crime novel is overdue, my editor’s losing patience, and I’m completely out of ideas. So when I see an ad for a walking group, I think, “Why not? Fresh air, inspiration, a chance to study local characters.” What I didn’t count on was a group that’s more like a comedy trio: one eccentric pensioner, her farting dog, and Nancy—the walking embodiment of sunshine. She’s too chipper, too chatty, and far too determined to make me smile. Honestly, it’s infuriating. But also… strangely refreshing. Maybe she’s just what I need to crack my next story—or at least survive this village with my sanity intact.
ALEXANDRA & HUNTER
Two souls, one journey, and a spark they never saw coming.
Alexandra
Two years after my divorce, life has settled into a predictable rhythm—running the pub, cooking for one, and dodging my brother Peter’s constant attempts to fix my social life. When he drags me along on a village ramble, I’m only going to keep the peace. Then Hunter shows up. He’s Peter’s best mate, the charming hotel owner who always seems to have a smile and a clever remark ready. He claims he’s just scoping out the walk for his guests, but somehow, he keeps ending up right by my side, making me laugh and, annoyingly, reminding me what it feels like to have fun. I’ve been waiting for life to surprise me—maybe I’ve been waiting in the wrong place.
Hunter
Owning a small, exclusive hotel comes with its challenges—like knowing how to sell guests on the local attractions. So, when I hear about a village walking group, I decide to give it a shot. For “research,” of course. My best mate Peter agrees to tag along, but he brings his sister Alexandra, and suddenly, I’m in over my head. Alex isn’t just Peter’s big sister; she’s gorgeous, clever, and has this spark I can’t ignore. Too bad she’s also living like a hermit, and Peter wants me to help “get her back out there.” What he doesn’t know is that I’ve fancied her for years. Nudging her out of her shell might just break mine wide open.
Alexandra
Two years after my divorce, life has settled into a predictable rhythm—running the pub, cooking for one, and dodging my brother Peter’s constant attempts to fix my social life. When he drags me along on a village ramble, I’m only going to keep the peace. Then Hunter shows up. He’s Peter’s best mate, the charming hotel owner who always seems to have a smile and a clever remark ready. He claims he’s just scoping out the walk for his guests, but somehow, he keeps ending up right by my side, making me laugh and, annoyingly, reminding me what it feels like to have fun. I’ve been waiting for life to surprise me—maybe I’ve been waiting in the wrong place.
Hunter
Owning a small, exclusive hotel comes with its challenges—like knowing how to sell guests on the local attractions. So, when I hear about a village walking group, I decide to give it a shot. For “research,” of course. My best mate Peter agrees to tag along, but he brings his sister Alexandra, and suddenly, I’m in over my head. Alex isn’t just Peter’s big sister; she’s gorgeous, clever, and has this spark I can’t ignore. Too bad she’s also living like a hermit, and Peter wants me to help “get her back out there.” What he doesn’t know is that I’ve fancied her for years. Nudging her out of her shell might just break mine wide open.
EVE & AARON
A chance meeting, a lasting bond, and a love worth the journey.
Eve
Living near the peaceful Norfolk coast has its comforts, but lately, life feels like a loop I can’t break. Work, solitary walks, and far too much wine for one (my local shopkeeper is starting to judge me). On a whim, I join a hike with the Ramblers of St Claire. I don’t expect much, certainly not him. Aaron, with his London charm, that infuriatingly good smile, and a way of making me feel things I thought I had buried. One perfect day turns into one unforgettable night. No strings, no expectations. That’s the deal. So why can’t I stop thinking about him or finding excuses to return to St Claire?
Aaron
I wasn’t looking for an escape. I just needed to get out for a bit. A painful divorce will do that, apparently. St Claire wasn’t part of any grand plan, just a place to clear my head and prove to myself I could survive a weekend without Deliveroo. I didn’t expect Eve. Shy, gorgeous, and funny in that way that sneaks up on you and lingers long after you should have let it go. One incredible day, one night I can’t forget, and a simple agreement. No strings, no future, just now. But somehow, I keep finding my way back. So does she. And when fate throws us something neither of us planned for, we have to decide if we keep walking alone or finally admit we might just belong on the same path.
Eve
Living near the peaceful Norfolk coast has its comforts, but lately, life feels like a loop I can’t break. Work, solitary walks, and far too much wine for one (my local shopkeeper is starting to judge me). On a whim, I join a hike with the Ramblers of St Claire. I don’t expect much, certainly not him. Aaron, with his London charm, that infuriatingly good smile, and a way of making me feel things I thought I had buried. One perfect day turns into one unforgettable night. No strings, no expectations. That’s the deal. So why can’t I stop thinking about him or finding excuses to return to St Claire?
Aaron
I wasn’t looking for an escape. I just needed to get out for a bit. A painful divorce will do that, apparently. St Claire wasn’t part of any grand plan, just a place to clear my head and prove to myself I could survive a weekend without Deliveroo. I didn’t expect Eve. Shy, gorgeous, and funny in that way that sneaks up on you and lingers long after you should have let it go. One incredible day, one night I can’t forget, and a simple agreement. No strings, no future, just now. But somehow, I keep finding my way back. So does she. And when fate throws us something neither of us planned for, we have to decide if we keep walking alone or finally admit we might just belong on the same path.
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