Largely abandoned after the Second World War, this former garment district is once again in vogue, as funky apartments, bars and cafes take up residence in the warehouses of old.
I lead the way up through the woods, over the sheep fields, and down through the gardens, pointing out the ruined Roman bath house and the sandstone walls of Muncaster Castle as proudly as if I'd built them myself.
Overgrown paths led to what had been houses — old lawns thick with dead weeds, carriage blocks bearing names she knew so well, hitching posts which would never again know the knot of reins.
Opposite sits your mother: her figure is thin, her look cheerful, yet subdued;-her arm perhaps resting on your shoulder, as she talks to you in tones of tender admonition, of the days that are to come.
It was a two-year course, and it proved that all the time Ove had spent learning about house building had not, after all, been wasted as he'd once believed.