Glenda D. (ggid) reviewed on 3/1/2007 + 125 more book reviews

He was in his bedroom, left with his bags to settle himself in. The door stood open, and from down the passage, he could hear the voices of Alexa and Virginia, still with plenty to talk about...He felt worn and grubby after the overnight drive, and, on an impulse, turned on the taps, tore off his clothers, and took the quickest, hottest bath of his life. Much refreshed, he dressed again, and, buttoning his clean shirt, walked to the window to observe the view. Fields, sheep, hills. Out of the quiet came the liquid call of a curlew. It rose and died away, and he tried to recall when he had last heard that haunting, evocative sound.....

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