A real British novel. An ancient castle inhabited by an old couple acting as if they were still in the Middle Ages. Secrets in the castle : is there a treasure somewhere that could save the castle from being destroyed ? Could “they” help to show where it is ? Are everybody’s soul and conscience as pure as they seem ? Oh, and yes, a small love story also. Nothing much happens really in the end, but an excellent read.
“She said she was glad he had gone first, because she could bear better being alone than he could ; because women are stronger about some things, she said. Men want so much, she told me – but we women ask very little, really. Just someone to give us a little affection, someone to talk to – and a hand to hold.”