a pale stone arc s sides extending into terate reader t I am, I couldn’t resist; I clambered t grass to read it. But it ice. truction company  beneat, tains tly darker but not mucure. It ing, but t by months of sunshine.

    Preparing to o find a eps e set in a  a latco fasten it. In an instant I was inside.

    t no erspersed  led in a long curve to a small stone and flint ce, trees and s obscured t busing for space and at t grass and o hey could find.

    I o in Victorian times, it retained ty of its medieval origins. Small and neat, its spire indicated tion of  trying to pierce a . tioned at te and toa t ep, til at last tone t racks.

    t at an a  at all clear   ougo meet its arriving visitors face-on, but at t minute couldn’t repress to turn back and gaze upon t terraces. tor  not by a  by a cold shoulder.

    ts of its appearance. trical construction. t bays, eacories ood out from tall and er. In t of t, no ts neig and rigrade tried to e arcecture toget ting stone, a partial bay, an aoo muc; it disappeared only to start up again tacle. Above trade tourrets and cacks, the color of honey.

    A ruin? Most of tone looked as clean and as fres e stoneurrets looked a little rading  all t  t, birds flying around its to, I y at all in imagining ted.

    t my glasses on, and realized.

    ty of glass and tted or burned a diving do. t  a  only a shell.

    I took my glasses off again and ted to an intact Elizabet one get a sense of brooding menace if te