Cobsford Priory
Despite her dreams, her longings, none of them involved leaving Cobsford
Stark ruins of a priory wing loomed before her, bathed golden in afternoon sunshine. Cobsford Priory now, but once named for a long-dead Christian saint. She didn’t know much about her kindred’s history, and nor did she care. They lived in the remains of the priory not destroyed in the dissolution, hidden in the marsh, surrounded on all sides by a river, dykes and ditches, a sea of tall stiff grass all around them.