He had depressing visions of Pamela and Mr Seale Hayne walking hand in hand into adulthood and then, arm in arm down the aisle of the village church or possibly Exeter Cathedral, moving side by side into the blissful future which should have been his, while he rode, alone and inconsolable, about ...
‘Be that the eighth time of askin’ or the ninth?’ Rose wanted to know. ‘Dunno, do I!’ Marion said, tossing her head and allowing herself a glance at the cluster of diamonds which had, at last, found its place on the third finger of her left hand. ‘I ’aven’t bin keepin’ cou...
With their packed lunches stuffed into their dungaree pockets and long-handled shovels over their shoulders they set off. Ignoring the circuitous route of the track which wound its way up to The Tops, they struck directly uphill. It took almost an hour of hard climbing to reach the summit. Just b...
