Part One Charity spied her father from where she knelt amongst the reeds and rushes. Owen stood at the tiller of their wherry, the Marsh...

Chapter One Winter, 1824 – the forgotten ridges of the Norfolk Coast Villagers never strayed near Lord Winterton’s manor on the dunes. They treated him like a folk legend, a warning to stay indoors at night. The lighthouse keeper watched, guardian not only to ships weaving in the ribbon-like waves but to any stray lambs. It was a heavy duty. Old Ben slurped his blackberry syrup, hand cupped to stop the cold taking a sip as well. His lighthouse flame flickered, twisting

Welcome Home – Farewell Home Scotland, 1816 All Hamish MacLeod had to his name was a medal and a limp. Even his clothes were borrowed. After so long wearing the regiment’s kilt, he felt constrained in these ill-fitting trousers. “At least they’re clean,” he roughly told himself. Winds scraped damp curls against his cheek. He grimaced, remembering the sweat and mud-streaked battlefield. No matter Hamish’s hopes, the past was stitched into his marrow. Another man walked the