The sun was shining. The afternoon light was blue and powdery. The big, billowy clouds were only a shade brighter than the stretches of empty sky. I sat on the felled tree in the corner of the bottom field and searched the distant landscape for the tower of Hadlow Castle. It wasn't there- because sometimes it isn't.
Then all at once I saw it- shining in a sunbeam- about half a mile to the left of where I'd reckoned it ought to be.