Wood Norton Hall, Eyesham

The narrow approach road to Wood Norton Hall winds through dense woodland before opening into a gravel forecourt, its surface pitted and uneven under the glare of headlights. The grand manor rises before Sarah Jane’s car, its Victorian stone façade weathered to a muted grey, the leaded windows catching the cold moonlight like cracked ice. A single hand-painted sign at the gate identifies the estate as 'Wood Norton Hall, Eyesham,' its letters faint but legible despite the damp and moss clinging to the edges. The building’s entrance looms, a heavy oak door flanked by stone lions whose eyes catch the shifting light, while the hum of the idling car engine dies into the heavier silence of the countryside. Crushed gravel crunches under tires, the sound sharp against the low drone of the facility’s generators beyond the tree line.