Sarahs first love
Introduction: Taken by her childhood friend Merrie England, in the seventeenth century… The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom?...