A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians
