Ray and Abby drove through a seemingly endless valley with no sign of habitation. Abby grew increasingly worried. All she could see from the passenger"s seat were dry-stone walls and bony trees, and beyond them, wild grasses and a few tumbled rocks. She found it hard to believe people could live in such a place.
"We"ve been driving for ages, Ray. What would Martin be doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"It"s not the middle of nowhere to the people who live here," Ray replied. "It"s home. It"s work, friends, family, leisure."
"I"m not used to it," she confessed unhappily. "I like to look out on town houses and street lights. I like to hear the passing traffic."
"Perhaps the people here like to look out on to wild hillsides," he suggested, "to visit their neighbours by moonlight an
