SummerEpilogue Winter
In the small town of Lewes in Sussex, a county in the south east of England, it doesn't snow in winter. It rains. In the Grange, the leaves had long since fallen from the trees, been trodden into mulch and washed away. Skeletal branches touched the drenched grey sky. A figure stood in that torrential downpour. Being watched. The figure in the rain walked barefoot across the muddy grass, moving almost in slow motion, each pace measured and careful. There was mud and grit on the soles of his...