a trip upriver, which lifted my spirits somewhat. First, of course, I would buy him a dinner at The Old Talbot and talk things over as we had always done, before events intervened.
But the storm had passed. Breathing in the balmy night air, I saw the rooftops of Powick village ahead and urged the horses to a better pace… and at the last, I found myself thinking on the legend of Offa’s gold.
It has never been found; I wonder if it ever will?
