My home was a quaint, three-storeyed, ivy-clad farmhouse in a Midland county. It lay in ahollow, nestled close up against Rothland Wood, the dark, close-growing trees of whichformed a picturesque background to the worn greystone whereof it was fashioned.In front, just across the road, was the boundary-wall of Ravenor Park, with its black firspinneys, huge masses of lichen-covered rock, clear fish-ponds, and breezy hills, from thesummits of which were...