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Linda Hilton

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A Harvest Passion - Emily Murdoch

Oh, dear.

 

Why, at eleven o’clock on Saturday the 13th August 1814, just twenty-four hours ago, he had been standing at the brow of a ship as it came into Southampton Port.

Murdoch, Emily. A Harvest Passion (Kindle Locations 92-93). Endeavour Press. Kindle Edition.

 

And

 

as a brown faced sailor marched past him with a heavy anchor in his grip, three other man helping him with sweat dripping down from his face.

Murdoch, Emily. A Harvest Passion (Kindle Locations 94-95). Endeavour Press. Kindle Edition.

 

And

 

Captain Browne, beaming as he strode across the ship’s deck in the August evening glow.

Murdoch, Emily. A Harvest Passion (Kindle Locations 97-98). Endeavour Press. Kindle Edition.

 

All three of these quotes are from the same page and refer to the character, Leo, sitting in church on Sunday morning and thinking back to what he had been doing the day before.

 

 

More than likely, Leo would have been standing at the bow or the prow of the ship (not a boat) but not the brow.

 

If he's thinking back 24 hours to the late morning of Saturday, why is there an evening glow when the captain walk across the deck?

 

Anchors weighing several tons were NOT carried across the deck, especially if it's rolling with the waves.  They were attached to the ship by heavy ropes and chains, then raised ("weighed") and lowered ("dropped") by means of a capstan on the deck.

 

Emily Murdoch is becoming an absolute idiot.

 

After the monumental effort to get through the past few books for Bingo plus Jamaica Inn, I was really looking forward to a light, pleasant Regency romance.  I am becoming absolutely outraged.