My husband had tried unsuccessfully for hours to extract us from the tiring company of our host, Edward's uncle.
Towards the afternoon, we finally found some time for ourselves.
According to Edward, newlyweds customarily had to accept only occasional stolen moments for themselves.
Of course, I was content to spend anytime with him even if we weren't alone together.
So thatafternoon we went for a drive in his uncle's curricle.
Unfamiliar with the area, we soon came to a dead end.
Well, reader, we stayed there. We returned sometime later with smiles on both our faces.
It was bliss.
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I drove past a dead end at night on holiday and thought of this with the help of a friend. It's not that great but I hope you like it regardless.
And I'm SOO happy we have a Jane Eyre category now. Weeee!