CHAPTER TWOThe Courier had arranged that when they arrived at Dover a fast carriage should meet them.
Because it was summer the hood was down and it was easy for Kayla to enjoy the countryside.
Her father had specifically taught her on their many journeys abroad to be observant and, as it was the first time she had ever been in England, she took particular notice of everything they were passing.
She had expected the thatched cottages and the little black and white houses and the narrow lanes with hedgerows thick with blossom as well as the small square-hedged fields that were so unlike the large ones in France.
Kayla really appreciated the seemingly endless spired Churches that were to be seen in every village.
They had travelled for almost three hours before they stopped for tea.
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