![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Only in the extreme west does a thin wash of yellow light offer some hope of better weather to come.Ī man in his late twenties, in a dark bistre greatcoat, boots and a tricorn hat, its upturned edges trimmed discreetly in silver braid, leads the silent caravan. The day is quite windless, held in a dull suspension. All the farthest distances fade into a mist, and the travellers' clothes are by chance similarly without accent. ![]() The peaty track they follow traverses a waste of dead heather and ling below, in a steep-sided valley, stand unbroken dark woodlands, still more in bud than in leaf. There lies about them, in the bleak landscape, too high to have yet felt the obvious effects of spring, in the uniform grey of the overcast sky, an aura of dismal monotony, an accepted tedium of both journey and season. All are on horseback, proceeding at a walk along the moorland track. I N THE LATE AND LAST AFTERNOON of an April long ago, a forlorn little group of travellers cross a remote upland in the far south-west of England. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at Thank you for your support of the author's rights. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property. ![]()
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