In Praise of Lady Margery Kyteler, Chapter 1

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌⁠All those things I dreamed about, and I thousands of miles away, are there still: the house, half farm-house and half castle, at one end an ancient military tower, at the other a thatched cottage; all the trees—the ash, the elms, the chestnut with the dark-green foliage and the prickly bulb containing the polished mahogany fruit, the rowan-trees with the gallant red berries, bitter as death, the c