THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

I thought of bilberry pie.  Brown short crust stained with rich purple juice, arched over the luscious, heaped berries with their indescribable taste.  And a tide of yellow cream mingling in marvellous pattern with the juice.  Tanner had a masterly way with bilberry-pie.  But would Tanner make them for me this year?… Hastily I thrust the thought behind me.  I loved my home.  But that summer I was caught in a dream of beauty; and who would wish to wake from a lovely dream?

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