Within a month, Rosamond was driving out to Savages Wood by herself and spending her days there, wandering the spot alone. She told Damen she was still sizing up its potential, and she told herself she was humouring him until she found a place where she really wanted to work. But after only a few visits to Savages Wood, she was setting up an easel next to that old yew tree in the centre of the meadow. Then she attached pens to the ends of one of the yew’s branches and moved the easel close enough so that the yew could ‘draw’ on a large sheet of paper placed on the easel when the wind moved the branch. So, without her making any real conscious decision, her next project had begun. Damen was delighted when he found out and took her out to dinner at the Persian restaurant she’d talked of
