Anne was sitting by the widow of the tower designed by May<\/p>\n
The flat-lands extended for as far as she could see and she waved to passing travellers who were making their way into the featureless countryside<\/p>\n
They always waved back<\/p>\n
The tower was a landmark and could be seen for miles even on the most cloudy of days<\/p>\n
But on this day the sun was high and the air was hot and the maroon ink that Anne was using was drying quickly on the page<\/p>\n
She was recording her thoughts and ambitions in her diary which she hid intimately after use<\/p>\n
Thirty miles away not far from the coast her brother George was recording his thoughts but not his ambitions on papers rejected by poets<\/p>\n
He too was using maroon ink but he was careless in its use and often repeated what he had written<\/p>\n
George knew of Anne\u2019s diary and of its intimate location<\/p>\n
Another sister called Mary sat in her bath and looked at the distant hills<\/p>\n
From her vantage she could see the valley which was beginning to be betrayed by evidence of habitation<\/p>\n
But the hills were pristine and showed no corruption<\/p>\n
Mary often dreamt of the hills and how they would look in future years<\/p>\n
Her dreams disturbed her for elegant houses would be built and spoil the her beloved vision<\/p>\n
Unlike her sister and brother she cared for the land and tried not to dream of its destruction<\/p>\n
Her servant Ododo also cared for the lands that surrounded the residence and spoke to each tree as he swept the courtyard<\/p>\n
They often replied and nodded in agreement<\/p>\n
He recorded their observations on the petals of flowers which he sent to his mistress<\/p>\n
Who kept them in a velvet box<\/p>\n
Secret to her person<\/p>\n
By Maxwell sat in a chair and watched Mary bathe although he was unable to assist in her as he had fractured his arm after falling from a horse<\/p>\n
She had forgiven his misfortune<\/p>\n
But they did not speak<\/p>\n
For in his imagination he was composing a short song<\/p>\n
Gentle in length<\/p>\n
Which he would call Kent Pastoral<\/em> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Anne was sitting by the widow of the tower designed by May The flat-lands extended for as far as she could see and she waved to passing travellers who were making their way into the featureless countryside They always waved back The tower was a landmark and could be seen for miles even on the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1353"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1353"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1353\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}