But her own wedding? That’s giving our favourite wonky witch Alfhild Daemonne the jitters!
She and fiancé Silvan have eloped to an island paradise. Before they can finally tie the knot, Silvan becomes embroiled in a local murder case. Despite his protestations, he’s quickly arrested and thrown in jail.
The course of true love never did run smooth, especially for our pair of moon-crossed lovers and so, when the police adopt an altogether laissez-faire attitude to seeking out the genuine culprit, Alf takes matters into her own hands.
Will Alf and Silvan ever get their moment in the sun? Will they stroll off into the sunset? Or will Alf find herself dangling from the rigging or walking the plank at the tip of a pirate’s cutlass?
All the usual wonky chaos and catastrophe ensue. In fact, it’s just like Whittlecombe, but with parrots instead of owls.