Path To The Stone Hunting Lodge
You walk a short distance down the sun-dappled tree-lined avenue, and rounding a rightward bend, come to a wooden gate, wide enough for a small wagon to enter.
The gate is shut, held closed loosely by an old rope. Behind it stands a small garden encircled by a spiky hedge. Within stands a cozy-looking stone-built hunting lodge with a low-slung wooden roof, and a grove of tall trees to the right.
It is a beautiful scene. Tall cliff-marked hills slope up and away behind the lodge to the west and north, and bird calls echo happily through the little glade.