She opened the door to the cabin. The rain was easing and the sun was set to burn the last of the mist off. The village was off to the left somewhere she seemed to remember and perhaps a stream down that path? She did up her walking shoes, deliberately left the guidebook on the table and set off… to the right. The lanes were deserted, the villages with surprising names were quiet. A coach pulled up just long enough. It was dimming some windows and telling its passengers which side was The View. She turned down a random path.