My mother had done a great job with the garden. All the pets were happily installed in large runs, the chickens loved their coop, and the hedgehogs were so settled that they forgot their shyness. The only (very minor) problem was that you had to watch where you put your feet to avoid the goose droppings on the lawn.

My sister S took us on a short walk from the garden up the hill to the stone ledge from where there was a fantastic view of the valley.

‘That’s what I posted on Facebook’ she told us, pointing to the ancient stone tomb below us.

It was astonishing that we had never before noticed this neolithic masterpiece on our doorstep.