ABSTRACT
It was raining heavily when we approached the stone house in the wood. Our sandaled feet squelched in muddy grass and the path made by footsteps of others before us led through trees, then around towards the building. Hurrying, head-down, I was hoping for some relief from the downpour so didn’t stop long to consider the rectangular building of stone, with its pitched roof of slate. I did see that it was all the silky colours of soaked sealskin: somehow strange and promising.
