It was near enough to Grovebury to allow him to attend his office, and far enough away to cut them adrift from old associations.
After four and a half years of war work, Mrs.Saxon wanted a complete rest from committees, creches, canteens, and recreation huts, and would be glad to urge the excuse of distance to those who appealed for her help.

Perhaps also she felt that in their straitened circumstances it was wiser to live where they could not enter into social competition with their former acquaintances.
"I just want to be quiet, to attend to my family, and to enjoy the moors and our garden," she declared.

"I believe I'm going to be very happy at Wynchcote." Though it was small, the bungalow was admirably planned, and had many advantages.

The view from its French window was one of the finest in the district, and it faced a magnificent gorge, wild, rocky, and thickly wooded, at the bottom of which wound the silver river that ran through Grovebury.

Civilization, in the shape of fields and hedges, stretched out fingers as far as Wynchcote, and there stopped abruptly.