So this is Zennor, is it?
So this is Zennor, is it?Bridget stood in front of the steps of a fine house, bigger than any she’d ever seen. It was built of craggy gray stones that made the medieval manor feel a bit like a castle.
She had never been to Zennor even though it was less than seven miles from Penzance, the town where she had spent her entire life. On the way here, she had traveled through a beautiful, yet desolate countryside and she had found herself falling in love with the rolling hills and jutting cliffs she’d seen. Now she was rather fascinated by Trystan’s home as well.
She could do without the owner of course, but his home? She could spend the rest of her life exploring the rambling manor house. She didn’t allow herself to be fascinated with the house’s owner. She’d been
