Saturday, October 16, 2010


I walked into the kitchen, the stones cold under my feet and the smell of baking bread filling my nostrils. I was famished after such a long ride. Rarely did I have the luxury to leave the homestead and ride as far into the country as I had that afternoon. Setting my riding gear down at the door, I walked deeper in the room and felt a chill rise up my body. It was drafty. I guessed young Alexander had left the door to the stable yard open again

"Castle, watch out!" My husband was downstairs watching TV. Nothing like being woken from a daydream by today's technology.

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