It descends with ease from the height of the hill and slowly vanishes into a hidden valley

On the day of our visit the trees were almost full and provided shade from the warm sun

A young pheasant hid from us as we passed by but it betrayed its station

In an effort to escape from its confinement

Wrights Farm stood quietly as it always has within the sloping fields

I could not see any signs life and assumed it now deserted