Chapter Five – Honeysuckle FarmIf Olive, Geoff or any of their children looked down the cul-de-sac, right to the end, where it joined the winding lane, they could see Honeysuckle Farm.
It was quite an imposing layout, lots of barns and outbuildings set in acres of land, with the grand old farmhouse set at the front, near the roadside. At one time it had been an impressive example of Georgian architecture with pillars set each side of the entrance, long sash windows and chimneys at either end of the perfectly tiled red roof. Nowadays, if you looked closely, you could find signs of age and neglect. It was easy to spot paint peeling back from heavy wooden window sills, leaves and other debris spilling from the gutters and rust, which was now the most obvious component, on the decorative iron
