Glyndney and Sondwic, Kent, 1003-04 AD
Glyndney and Sondwic, Kent, 1003-04 AD“Come on, Imelda! Bring your horse. I have something to show you.”
“Where are we going?”
Folcwin did not reply, wishing to forestall objections by leaving her with no option but acceptance. Maybe she had not noticed but she did not comment about the tightly rolled and bound blanket he had draped over his mount’s shoulders in front of his saddle. Cheered by the beauty of the early autumn colours, Imelda settled to enjoy her ride although she was more taciturn than usual. However, at a certain point, she could not resist drawing her horse close to his and saying,
“We’re on Thanet, why are we going to Minster? I don’t want to enter the Abbey.”
Folcwin glanced at her, surprise widening his eyes. He knew she was o
