May 09, 2005 10:28
*Froie and I wander down 'Hill Lane' toward Bagshot Row.*
I hope we find it in good repair, son. Some of you cousins stayed there for a bit... and I don't know how they left it.
*I look about me and smile*
'Tis a fine, sunny day your sister has for her trip to Bree. You suppose they're on their way by now?