Only last week she had mentioned to Dawson that the next time the carpenter was free he should attend to it.
“He’s very busy repairin’ the roof at the moment,” Dawson had replied. “The rain came in last week and if we’re not careful we’ll have the whole place awash.”
“Well, don’t forget to tell him when he has time to see to the one at the back,” Georgina had told him.
As she walked under the stars and The Castle was looming up in front of her, she thought,
‘This is my home and nowhere else, not even if it was Heaven would it mean quite so much to me.’
She thought of all the days when she had been so happy with her father and just how much they had enjoyed riding together and it seemed horrible and unfair that The Castle which had been her home since she was born was no longer open to
