Chapter 739 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep35

The house was just the right size, big enough to hold all of us comfortably and for the kids to rampage around in, and small enough to pick up easily. There was even a genuine cottage herb garden and surrounding wildflower meadows; the valley itself was one of those smooth parabolic valleys scooped out by a glacier during the Ice Age, with rounded valley bottom, and wide, gently sloping sides all the way up to a clear horizon, a mile or so wide and several miles longer along its main axis, ample space for the kids to play, explore, and roam around in, and, much more to my liking, no nearby tree-line, just flat, open meadow-land off into the distance, clear visibility for a full three-sixty. Georgy was unhappy at first. Of course she was; she loved her home, she'd grown up there, all her favourite and most familiar things were there, but the plus side was this was more like an extended holiday, or at least the kids thought so, and it wasn't a permanent change; we'd go home one day, sooner rather than later if we could get that bloody lunatic, whoever he was, off our backs.