‘That’s early. Means a hard winter, so they say.’ Lying on her back, she could see nothing save bracken fronds over her head, a hazy blue sky, and a wedge-shaped flight of birds, travelling southwards. Benbow lifted his head from her breast to look at them too. Then he scr...
Soapstone Miss Ellis was sitting in the office. She was doing nothing, for there was nothing to do. But she had grown tired of sitting in her bedroom. Officially she was on strike and under notice, but she did not intend to leave Pendizack until she had found another job. ...