saw that I was going to get very wet; my soles were letting water already....I
turned the corner of a high hedge and was in an open pasture. And there
was the church.
It was an off the peg job: evidently there had been no medieval wool
boom in these parts.. This has been a starveling country, every stone
an extortion....The tower was squat. Don't get the wrong impression;
all in all, it was pleasant enough looking and, when I came closer,
I saw that the masonry had been fettled up very nicely - limestone ashlar
The rain gutters and down-pipes -- I couldn't help myself: I had to
see if they were coping. So I threshed around the building. Not a gusher
anywhere, not a trace of wash on the walls!"
Rev. Keach:... And that was how I first saw him, his precise business-like
letters made flesh, standing the the doorway below me; seeing by wet
footprints that I had come. Like a tracker dog he looked along
their trail to the foot of the ladder and then up it.
Mr. Birkin, " he said, and I climbed down. He was four or five
years older than me, maybe thirty, a tall but not a strong looking man,
neatly turned out, pale-eyed, a cold cooped-up look about him and, long
after he must have become used to my face twitch, he still talked to
someone behind my left shoulder.