(The Original) Three Hostages (A Richard Hannay Adventure)
That evening, I remember, as I came up through the Mill Meadow, I was feeling peculiarly happy and contented. It was still mid- March, one of those spring days when noon is like May, and only the cold pearly haze at sunset warns a man that he is not done with winter. The season was absurdly early, for the blackthorn was in flower and the hedge roots were full of primroses. The partridges were paired, the rooks were well on with their nests, and the meadows were full of shimmering grey flocks of fieldfares on their way north. I put up half a dozen snipe on the boggy edge of the stream, and in the bracken in Sturn Wood I thought I saw a woodcock, and hoped that the birds might nest with us this year, as they used to do long ago. It was jolly to see the world coming to life again, and to remember that this patch of England was my own, and all these wild things, so to speak, members of my little household. As I say, I was in a very contented mood, for I had found something I had longed for all my days. I had bought Fosse Manor just after the War as a wedding present for Mary, and for two and a half years we had been settled there. My son, Peter John, was rising fifteen months, a thoughtful infant, as healthy as a young colt and as comic as a terrier puppy. Even Mary’s anxious eye could scarcely detect in him any symptoms of decline. But the place wanted a lot of looking to, for it had run wild during the War, and the woods had to be thinned, gates and fences repaired, new drains laid, a ram put in to supplement the wells, a heap of thatching to be done, and the garden borders to be brought back to cultivation. I had got through the worst of it, and as I came out of the Home Wood on to the lower lawns and saw the old stone gables that the monks had built, I felt that I was anchored at last in the pleasantest kind of harbour. There was a pile of letters on the table in the hall, but I let them be, for I was not in the mood for any communication with the outer world. As
10 Days in December
“I want to get married, go out west, build a log cabin, raise a bunch of kids, volunteer in my community, and then write a book about it.” In 1978, during a golden age of middle-class prosperity, newly wed Kevin and Eleanor, like other young people at the time, felt the irresistible pull of the Back-to-the-Land movement and left behind everything they knew and loved to live far from the city and off the grid. As they searched western Canada for a place to settle, abandoned homesteads warned that their dream would be hard won. 10 Days in December journals Kevin and Eleanor’s adventures living for the first ten days in their wilderness cabin facing the demands of winter, where harsh reality and self-denial test their love and commitment. Along the way practical Kevin and idealistic Eleanor will learn if they have what it takes to live in the mountains and with each other. Eleanor shares her true ‘coming-of-age’ story exploring what resources from her sheltered childhood could help her endure the isolation, cold and darkness of this northern river valley.
Utah Winter Wedding – Salt Lake Temple
Can you wear both a veil and faux fur for a winter wedding?
My fiance is wondering whether or not wearing both a veil and a faux fur (off the shoulder) is acceptable for a winter wedding…will this be too much or can it work?
Is this too much…bearing in mind it will be in the UK in December.
Any replies from people who’ve successfully pulled this off – or strong recommendations otherwise – gratefully received!
I was married in December – my dress had a veil and the collar- cuffs and hem were all ostrich feather, It was beautiful. So yea you can wear both!