Romance

The village of Kettlewell sat in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that formed the northwest border of The Finchbottom Vale and it was half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church.

A Song of a Poem On a long winters night in a dark lonely flight it’s you oh it’s you You were by my side but now I’m alive Babe, it's you And me on...

The treacherous dawn rose silently to steal my stupor, Through cracks in curtains hurriedly drawn last night. A single skylark repeating lovesongs...

Edward Vineyard was a 23 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and the last couple of weeks things had been quite uninteresting for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks and even if there had been something even mildly interesting he had been stuck righting fluff pieces on flower shows and gymkhana’s.