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You will never see the house, but the house sees all this. The estate backs into the shelter of the downs and stretches to crumble into the sea. It is old on older ground.

The gardens and landscape are interconnected, they follow the same whimsy, the unstill sphinx; Diana poised to rejoin the eternal chase of the chalk hare.

I was granted permission to go where I will. I have seen much and portrayed it faithfully. The hare will never be caught.


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