...to the strange, dark outlines of the trees along her route. The latter looked like upwards-reaching roots--as if the Earth, plundered of its riches, desperately sought sustenance from the air.
In places, these hawthorn barriers, thick with sharp defences, had been ruthlessly cut through, to form simple gateways.
...ground, scarred by heavy machinery, bore witness to the importance of agriculture in this part of Yorkshire.
Wide-tracked wheels had churned the earth into a mass of chaotic ridges, with puddles of rainwater lining the deepest ruts.
The boundary of Everthorpe was marked by a handsome nameplate, carved from a mill-wheel and set into a framework of local stone. Amy had always liked it. It had character, and suited the tiny community...
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