The Briarwood Estate

I was born here a thousand years ago. Is that somewhere you seek? In another time. Another universe. It is a place called the Briarwood Estate. We cannot get to that place from here. Let me show you somewhere else instead. Take my hand. At the touch of her hand we are transported. The first time I met her we're still on a ridge. But now we look down on a scruffy collection of small round huts, each with a turf roof and a curl of smoke creeping from the chimney stack. A large flat stone, roughly crescent shaped, covered in offerings of fruit, vegetables and the rotting carcass of a slaughtered goat. On