On my drive to work this morning, whilst meandering in the general direction of the Grand Estate of Lord and Lady Mantle, I glimpsed the above scene.  An emergency stop later and some darned fine reversing and I was stepping out to wonder at its beautiful other worldliness.  A dank and dark tunnel of lichen encrusted, stunted twisted trees collapsing over a murky brook, which on occasion is most likely a torrent.  Dry stone walls repossessed by vegetation bordered the scene as a crocodile creeped silently through the gloom, preparing to pounce.

Then I jumped back in the car and continued on my way, back into the sunshine and a glorious spring day.