Worm’s Head and the sea were distant, and the afternoon languid. It would take only a moment, and she had until evening, a whole day free. Unimaginable luxury. She turned and climbed the downs, seeking the waterfall she sensed was near, but it eluded her. Perhaps in the next copse of trees … ‘You looking for someone, Miss?’ The man was tall, dark, rough-looking; neither young nor old. She looked no more. Instinctively, she lowered her eyes and backed away, for she was unused to people, only children, and afraid of men. ‘No. I beg your pardon, I heard the water …’ Her voice trailed. ‘It’s not a fall. Here, I’ll show you.’ He stepped back and moved some bushes. ‘I’ll not hurt you,’ he offered gruffly, sensing her fear. Warily, she inched forward, then she saw it, a spring gushing out of an old pipe set into a low, dry stone wall. ‘They call it “The Well” – Talgarth’s Well.
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