The Cheviot
"It was one of Northumberland’s apple-crisp, beautiful mornings. The winter blue sky looked like a child had smeared white paint across it with his fist…the Cheviot Hills brooding in the distance." P.116
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"It was one of Northumberland’s apple-crisp, beautiful mornings. The winter blue sky looked like a child had smeared white paint across it with his fist…the Cheviot Hills brooding in the distance." P.116
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