Simon Mattacks

On it was a map of the village with numbered points of interest. If you start at the tithe barn on the far side of Summerwell, he had said, you could follow the trail and find all the artwork that the man had gifted the village. The story of the mysterious stranger had suddenly peaked Amelia's interest. She had decided that on her next day off, she would explore the town.

It was on a mild and bright Saturday morning that the opportunity finally arose. After a deep, restful sleep and a breakfast of rich, buttery toast, she set off for the barn. Joining her was Lila, her rather excitable puppy, who loved nothing more than walks. As instructed, they started at the tithe barn.

It was on a mild and bright Saturday morning that the opportunity finally arose. After a deep, restful sleep and a breakfast of rich, buttery toast, she set off for the barn. Joining her was Lila, her rather excitable puppy, who loved nothing more than walks. As instructed, they started at the tithe barn.

It was on a mild and bright Saturday morning that the opportunity finally arose. After a deep, restful sleep and a breakfast of rich, buttery toast, she set off for the barn. Joining her was Lila, her rather excitable puppy, who loved nothing more than walks. As instructed, they started at the tithe barn.

The wooden gate sat slightly ajar, and so they entered into the vast grassy compound that wrapped around the building. The barn itself was made of the same honey-colored stone as the cottages, but was much taller and grander than any building in the village. The roof sloped steeply upwards, forming a sharp apex.

The wooden gate sat slightly ajar, and so they entered into the vast grassy compound that wrapped around the building. The barn itself was made of the same honey-colored stone as the cottages, but was much taller and grander than any building in the village. The roof sloped steeply upwards, forming a sharp apex.

The wooden gate sat slightly ajar, and so they entered into the vast grassy compound that wrapped around the building. The barn itself was made of the same honey-colored stone as the cottages, but was much taller and grander than any building in the village. The roof sloped steeply upwards, forming a sharp apex.

There were no windows, rather places where bricks were missing, forming patterns in the walls. The building had been built in the early medieval period. Its purpose was to store grain, which farmers paid in tithe to the church. Amelia struggled to imagine that this place was once a hive of activity and work. Today, it was peaceful and calm.

There were no windows, rather places where bricks were missing, forming patterns in the walls. The building had been built in the early medieval period. Its purpose was to store grain, which farmers paid in tithe to the church. Amelia struggled to imagine that this place was once a hive of activity and work. Today, it was peaceful and calm.

There were no windows, rather places where bricks were missing, forming patterns in the walls. The building had been built in the early medieval period. Its purpose was to store grain, which farmers paid in tithe to the church. Amelia struggled to imagine that this place was once a hive of activity and work. Today, it was peaceful and calm.

The wildflower lawn, which surrounded the barn, was colorful and soft with moss in places. Bees were buzzing cheerfully as they glided a little haphazardly from flower to flower. Lila was fascinated. She pounced with clumsy energy, ducking and bowing, but never getting too close to the bees. She laid low to the ground, occasionally pushing her nose a little closer to them, inch by inch.

The wildflower lawn, which surrounded the barn, was colorful and soft with moss in places. Bees were buzzing cheerfully as they glided a little haphazardly from flower to flower. Lila was fascinated. She pounced with clumsy energy, ducking and bowing, but never getting too close to the bees. She laid low to the ground, occasionally pushing her nose a little closer to them, inch by inch.

The wildflower lawn, which surrounded the barn, was colorful and soft with moss in places. Bees were buzzing cheerfully as they glided a little haphazardly from flower to flower. Lila was fascinated. She pounced with clumsy energy, ducking and bowing, but never getting too close to the bees. She laid low to the ground, occasionally pushing her nose a little closer to them, inch by inch.

Before long, her puppy enthusiasm burst free, and she was off again, pouncing, ducking, and bowing. Emilia looked down at her map. Point One sat right over the tithe barn. Curiously, she headed inside. Now, taking to biting on her lead playfully, Lila followed. The wooden rafters of the barn were gnarly and old. They formed a cathedral-like vaulted ceiling high overhead.

Before long, her puppy enthusiasm burst free, and she was off again, pouncing, ducking, and bowing. Emilia looked down at her map. Point One sat right over the tithe barn. Curiously, she headed inside. Now, taking to biting on her lead playfully, Lila followed. The wooden rafters of the barn were gnarly and old. They formed a cathedral-like vaulted ceiling high overhead.

Before long, her puppy enthusiasm burst free, and she was off again, pouncing, ducking, and bowing. Emilia looked down at her map. Point One sat right over the tithe barn. Curiously, she headed inside. Now, taking to biting on her lead playfully, Lila followed. The wooden rafters of the barn were gnarly and old. They formed a cathedral-like vaulted ceiling high overhead.

The soft cooing of pigeons rang out in the drafty, cool air. Up ahead, in the vast emptiness of the barn, Amelia spotted the first sculpture. As she approached it, her shoes crunched on discarded twigs and leaves. These must have been the rejects from the bird nests above. She neared the statue, but it wasn't quite what she had expected.

The soft cooing of pigeons rang out in the drafty, cool air. Up ahead, in the vast emptiness of the barn, Amelia spotted the first sculpture. As she approached it, her shoes crunched on discarded twigs and leaves. These must have been the rejects from the bird nests above. She neared the statue, but it wasn't quite what she had expected.

The soft cooing of pigeons rang out in the drafty, cool air. Up ahead, in the vast emptiness of the barn, Amelia spotted the first sculpture. As she approached it, her shoes crunched on discarded twigs and leaves. These must have been the rejects from the bird nests above. She neared the statue, but it wasn't quite what she had expected.

Considering that this was once a place to store grain and other produce, it made little sense. The statue was of a horse and foal. The horse's head was bowed and hay seemed to be falling from her mouth. To the side of her was a young foal. It was carved in such a way that it gave off the same playful energy that Lila had exhibited moments earlier.