Sister Martha s splinter 1
The sun was setting over the western hills bathing the valley side in a golden glow. I looked up from my books and decided to take a walk before darkness fell. Our house stood some way above the village and I decided to walk down to sample a pint or two of ale before supper. “I’m going for a walk I may be some time,” I informed the housekeeper before I strode off in search of refreshment. I had not gone many yards before I came across a Nun hurrying towards the village. “Good evening,” I...