Often in bright summer days Lee had travelled the road, when the moon lay yellow in the sun and larks made a cheerful chorus. In such weather it is a pleasant road, with long prospects to cheer the traveller and kindly ale house to rest legs in but that day it rained as if the floodgates of heaven had opened.
We stopped riding and made a pleasant campsite in a meadow, complete with sparkling stream. While Lee may have talked about our journey and it's serendipitous future that it held, I however thought about Queen Yutong and that scurrilous attack on my integrity.
