Intrigued, you decide to visit the places they so jealously guard. You turn right onto that small road, and drive/walk up the gentle slope. You pass a smiley boy clutching hold of a quaint lamp post. He has illusions of grandeur, you think, and so walk/drive on by.
You turn left, where you see two houses; the red-roofed one catches your eye.
You draw a little closer; its appearance pleases you. Bushes abundant with scarlet ixora and other flowers with unknown names line the walkway, giving the house a rather rustic feel to it.
You decide to take a closer look and walk through a rusted gate that seems never to be closed....to be continued...