Alice cleared some space on the desk and they spread out the map. Heads together, they examined it for a moment. Jake traced his finger along Ings Lane up to a footpath across the fields.
“Look. The path was there in 1805.”
His finger continued and stopped on woodland marked as Bardsley’s Wood, behind it was a field with no particular labelling. He reached for a pencil, but she stopped his hand.
Bardsley’s Wood“Not a good idea, what if they break in here again?”
He looked at her and nodded, straightened up and stared at the map. Smiling, he jabbed a finger to the northeast of Covenham St. Bartholomew, pencilled a cross in a field and then wrote the word PRIORY and circled it.
“There’s no mention of Monks Cote on the map,” Jake said. “Mind you, I didn’t expect there would be. I reckon
