 1883, Baycliff, an isolated English village on the Irish Sea. Two women s friendship becomes passion. Cynara, a sculptor, alone, befriends Byron, a visitor who s left Paris in unhappiness. They ride horses, talk, play chess, and exchanging tenderness. Byron inspires Cynara as she sculpts, Cynara becomes Byron s muse as she writes. Then each imagines expressing physical passion to the other, Cynara s visions in black and white, Byron s in color. Their touches remain brief. Does respectability hold them back? What might pull down any last barriers to their expressions of love?