CHAPTER TWOVanda Kenwood was riding through the Park. She was thinking as she did so that the grounds needed plenty of attention.
They were short-handed on the estate and it meant that the men did not find time to tidy up under the old oak trees.
Some were shedding branches and Vanda had to tread carefully or her horse might trip over one.
However she was always happy when she was riding in the Park. Not only because it was so old, but it had grown more beautiful year by year.
The house was very much the same. The old bricks had mellowed with the ages and although the roof was constantly in need of repair, the ancient building portrayed a beautiful symmetry.
The Kenwoods had lived in Hertfordshire for many generations.
Although they were not of great social importance, they were resp
