Chapter 7Wimborne Abbey, 705 AD
The end of their journey offered Cynethryth a glorious, uplifting sight. She remembered the day she had pointed out the confluence to Cuthburga as suitable for the abbey. Eleven long winters had passed since then, even if it seemed much less. How strange that this lovely corner of Dorset should be enhanced by the construction of the buildings the abbess had overseen. Embraced between the arms of two rivers, the structure nestled in the valley. Any doubts she might have had about being happy in Wimborne were swept away in an instant and her mood was shared by the sisters who talked and pointed excitedly at their new home.
Before her longed-awaited reunion with Cuthburga and her sister, Cynethryth had to bid a fond farewell to her late husband's friend, Guth
