It stood a little way back from the road.

Its gardens were enclosed by a thin storm-bent hedge, just thick enough to be a screen from the road.

The entrance was along a lane which branched off here from the main road, and led on to the higher marshes, and thence on to the road from Braster village to Rowchester and my cottage.

Straight on, the road which I was following led into Braster, but the lane to the left round past the Grange saved me fully half a mile.

In an ordinary way I should never have hesitated for a moment as to my route.