In bright sunlight, from within the enduring refuge of its still defiant walls, the voices of this ‘Old Island’ arbour seem more audible, suggesting, urging lessons in their midst yet to be learned. The splendour here is not of light and radiance, but of soul. History is not overcome, but apprehended; potential, fulfilled in capacity rather than satiation. Here, the past is not deterrent, but promise. The merit of this home, in your worthiness will be found. Will you be now, then, or not at all?