Chapter TwoDriving along the country lanes, Imeldra enjoyed the beauty of the hedges bursting into bud, the primroses beneath them and the golden cowslips in the fields.
It was very evident where her father’s extensive estate came to an end and that belonging to the Marquis of Marizon began.
Her mother had chosen the deep-sea-blue paint that decorated the doors and windows of the thatched cottages that belonged to her father, while those belonging to the Marquis were all painted a dark rather dull olive green.
At the same time the cottage gardens were bright with spring flowers, the alms-houses appeared quite attractive and the villagers she noticed moving around in the small hamlets were well dressed and there were no ragged children and very few tramps.
She had been so seldom in Engl
