At first, Jacquie McPhee didn’t even tell her closest friends about the new love in her life. She’d emerged from a rocky romantic period with little option but to sell the monastic stone villa she and her previous partner had lovingly created on the Margaret River coastline. It was a magnificent, if not tad eccentric, building and Jacquie knew that it would take time to find the right owner. She could build a new home in the region on a block of land she had bought some years previously at Quindalup.
“It was in many aspects a secret affair,” Jacquie takes
