A poignant tale of young lovers thwarted by Victorian society. Enjoyably, sad and romantic.
He could hear the mew of the buzzard, circling still. And he heard something else – a footstep from somewhere in the quiet woods. He turned and listened: who might this be? There came the snap of a twig, then silence, and although he called out a tentative greeting not another footfall came, nor answering voice.
