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