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Historical fiction course with Manda Scott and Robert Wilton

As the rain fell against a distant backdrop of cold, blue skies, I arrived at The Hurst. I was one of the first to get there and, feeling nervous, unsure, and like I’d packed too much – only leaving behind the kitchen sink! – I made my way into the house and up to my room. Dusk fell over the valley as I sat at my new desk in a surprisingly warm bedroom for such an old building ...