Wilcock is the author of The Hawk and the Dove trilogy, which I have read and reread. Although she’s also written other fiction and poetry, I’ve been unaware of her work. A Methodist minister who served as a fulltime pastor to six rural congregations simultaneously in England, she’s divorced...
‘A man comes in here between meal-times because he has missed his dinner, or has a guest, or just feels hungry. He helps himself to bread and butter and honey, maybe to a slice or two of cold pigeon, or a wedge of left-over stuffing, or a drink of ale or a hunk of cheese. And he is welcome to it....
As they strolled along, they talked about healing herbs, and Rose’s knowledge delighted John. Some of what came out in their conversation was familiar to him already – lettuce as a sovereign remedy for heartburn, the dangling flowers of the nettle as a wonderful spring tonic – but other snippets ...
I want to say it was a little church, but churches aren’t ever little, are they, not when you get up close to them. Only in that landscape of fields and hills, away it seemed from any village or town, it looked small. Built in the familiar yellow-grey stone, a church such as a church of any imagi...
he whispered—“John, please let me go.” “Let you go? What d’you mean, let you go? Are you out of your mind? Do you think for an instant I’d be letting you stay, after this? You’ve betrayed me—deceived all of us! How long has this been going on? How long have you been hatching this? What kind of a ...