Chapter 3: Day 20Sunshine bathed tall reeds and rustling leaves. Painted gilt across rocks and river water and the blue of the pond. Limned the peace of the afternoon in light.
A few birds twittered. Jill seemed pleased about this, Jason noticed: nature doing its part for their story.
Behind them the historic estate rose like a monolith from manicured slopes: rosy stone and imposing walls. Production had settled in here at Treatham for the next week or so: soaking up the English past, the countryside, the weight of vast landowning wealth that these days turned itself toward the future in tourism and scholarly research and film location resources. They were all staying in an equally historic but renovated guest house in the village; the beds were decently sized, which Jason hadn’t expecte
