Ye Little Hills Like Lambs
by GMW Wemyss
The Downlands and the Woolfonts look forward to a placid new year. What they get is tragedy, disaster, a stunning archaeological discovery, and, in the end, perhaps, redemption. But it’ll want all of Canon Paddick’s saintliness, all of the duke’s cunning, and all of Professor Lady Lacy’s wisdom, to see them through and all set right. Merely another half-year in the Woolfonts and District, really.