If you take the middle path to Simons Seat, you may come upon the Valley of Desolation. Today it is a place of peaceful coexistence, where a multitude of plants thrive. All evidence of the rent that was inflicted upon the valley in Victorian times has been buried beneath natures healing arms.

As Nigel forced himself to continue the trek to Sarahs’ grave, he found himself almost unable to believe the evidence of his own eyes, for such beauty surrounded him. Yet one hundred and forty seven years back when he had last climbed this valley, it was to search for his wife. In a valley which had been torn apart by one of natures storms.

They say time heals, but Nigel still missed Sarah’s laughter. No matter that he had been married four times since Sarah’s untimely death. He wondered if he would ever forget any of his partners, male or female. At least within the two hundred and thirty partners he had had since he arrived on this planet, none had the same first name.