C13 Elmbridge Old Gate, a New Door

It was that kind of noon when even though the sun was in the sky for some time, in the shade of the trees it was quite cool. Even so, the scenery was so pleasant that you could sit carried away in those waves of greenery, listening to the birds’ spring songs.

Next to a hidden forest path, where someone right in the head would not stop, there was a carriage. The horses were tired and hungry