The gravel road that led up the hill was straight and well formed, although in places there were cracks, some at least an inch wide, up through which weeds could be seen growing. I had the distinct impression that the road wasn’t being used that often lately.
As I walked up the hill I nervously looked around me, half expecting a guard dog to come hurtling down the road, with its mouth foaming, or for someone to jump out from behind some bushes and yell at me for trespassing, or worse still,