At last, when I judged they had abandoned the pursuit for a time and were returned to Rathmullan, I ventured out on to the headland, and one day even dared to walk as far as to the old cabin at Fanad.
It had become a ruin since I saw it last.

The winter's winds had lifted the thatch, and the wall on one side had tumbled in.

There was no sign of the old life we lived there.

The little window from which the guiding light had shone so often was fallen to pieces.

Even the friendly hearth within was filled with earth and rubbish.
I left it with a groan; it was like a grave.