Enter the sixth lady (Edith) Constance Holme (Punchard)
“The sea was always there and though it came quietly perhaps and inoffensively there would be many a night when it would come like a beast of prey, ravening its path between narrow shores, devouring the watery desert.”
Constance Holme “The Lonely Plough”
The last woman to enter the landscape has written on it and about it and then disappeared into the ether. Her remains lie in a cemetery, a field’s width away from where she lived.
Her name is Constance Holme.
As you will know, if you make return visits to this blog, I have been calling together a group of women whom I can say have some relationship to the area of Cumbria where I am working: Heron Corn Mill and the surrounding land-seascape. Continue reading “Calling Up Constance”