Two days later, on a Saturday morning, they heard a car pull up at the top of the block. Pixie, their cream-coloured Maltese-Shitzu, yapped incessantly as she ascended the steps.
Tyntynder was an unusual property. It was a two-acre block of steep hill, in which a flat space was carved out in approximately the middle of the allotment. On this flat space sat the small, pine-log cabin house, with room for a lawn and garden beds at the back (which was ironically referred to by the Joneses as their front lawn) and a spacious, paved area preceding the entry to the house. The soil that was cleared to make the flat space had been banked up into terraced garden beds made from old railway sleepers. These were both directly in front and behind the house, with the rest of the hill left in its natural
