[post]chris shrugged diffidently, ’I like visiting’ she clarified, that’s what it felt like these days. It was still her fathers house but it would Ozys house one day and with him married it was feeling that more and more, it was only a matter of time before there were small mini Dempseys screaming on the lawns then no doubt the rest of the siblings would abscond on a more permanent basis. ’Im in London or HogsMeade more often than I’m here’ she admitted, she often thought her sister got more inspiration from their homes rustication than she did. London felt as much like her home as The Wild Atlantic Way did.

’for all its beauty, the society is limited, good for thinking or writing , but often much less interesting than town’ she felt a strange defensiveness towards her home, and even now being honest with him felt like an act of treachery. She gave a small shake of her head, admonishing herself for her own superstitions. Unlike her sister she had little interest in hermetic isolation, she liked society, like witty people to talk with, as lovely as it was there was only so long she could tolerate her lovely families literary navel gazing.