Four River's Fountain, Rome 2010

Read “Part I: An Incoming Tide” here. Tuesday, August 14, 1883, Evening Bewildered as I was by Roe’s presence, I saddled my horse, Staffa. We’d been together a long while, Staffa and I, since he was a three-year-old colt. Twelve years. A red chestnut, he’s a knowing, brave creature who’s sweet for peppermint and clover….Continue Reading “The Circus Came to Corwen, Part II: Wading into the Current”