Inside, a dramatic staircase floats diagonally through what Bjarke Ingels describes as 'a single confident volume' akin to Kings Cross station's magnificent multi-arched concourse.
There was a broad cinder-path diagonally crossing a field which lay along-side of the carriage-road, and they went there to walk backwards and forwards for the few minutes they had to spare.
It led me aslant over the hill, through a wide bog, which would have been impassable in winter, and was splashy and shaking even now, in the height of summer.