We choose the largest, front bedroom as our accommodation. Again, it overlooks the sea, with windows to front and both sides.
Wearing a large furry bathrobe, I stand, staring out, watching a yacht on the horizon as it sails out, falling over the edge of the world...
Michael unpacks, hanging his clothes neatly. My Master I notice is looking speculatively across the room.
“Something wrong, Master?"
“Not at all. I was just... wondering... about Richard Haswell´s tastes..."
I look around. At first glance, it is a perfectly normal, although very grand, bedroom. Then I look at it again, through my Master´s eyes, taking in a few details.
The bed is a four-poster, solidly built in timber. Several brass rings support heavy curtains on the frame, but they do look very secure. Those rings would
