![]() ![]() And Kester doesn't seem to want much to do with Lucy. But though her aunt's cottage is lovely, her old friends have changed-the two girls, daughters of a posh family, are now frightfully keen on all things pony (not of interest to Lucy), and Kester, the boy, being from a non-posh family, is rather beneath their notice, except as something to be patronized. She'd been there once before, as a child, and remembered vividly the fun she had had with three local children, two girls and a boy, and as the train gets closer, she's filled with anticipation, imaging them all having a wonderful summer together. Lucy has been sent from London to spend the summer with her aunt Mabel, who lives in a small Somerset village. ![]() I moved the bookshelf that was on the desk, but there is still a small little bit of TBR creep (six books) off to one corner of it.and there I was this morning, reading blogs etc., and I saw that one of these books was The Wild Hunt of the Ghost Hounds, by Penelope Lively (UK title-The Wild Hunt of Hagworthy, 1971), and I asked myself why the heck I'd never gotten around to reading it.so I did. I recently got a new computer, and made a nice little space for it on the desk under the stairs. ![]()
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