• ..the fields might fall to fallow and the birds might stop their song awhile; the growing things might die and lie in silence under snow, while through it all the cold sea wore its face of storms and death and sunken hopes...and yet unseen beneath the waves a warmer current ran that, in its time, would bring the spring.

    Susanna Kearsley (2016). “The Susanna Kearsley Collection”, p.708, Allison & Busby Ltd