The Key — Rosamunde Pilcher

Ruth looked at the roofless, eyeless shell of the old house. Here families had lived,children had played, babies had benn born and old men had died. Here, in the serenity of the country, young girls had dressed for their first parties, the house filled with music. Ruth had come a long way to see where her grandmother had grown up, but she was to discover much more than the past. She was also to uncover a door to her future.