You are standing on the top of a perfect childhood hill, one of those round even ones that drops away with pleasingly even proportions…
Around you, in all directions, are far-reaching as well as close range dramatic views – layers of fields envelop you from behind, and to your right a dramatic drop down to the mill pond of Antony’s Passage can be seen.
Framed by the viaduct and the rustic crenels of Trematon Castle protruding from the greenery, the mainly still and reflective waters lead to Forder village.
Scan left a few degrees and the eye is led up the estuary, with all its inlets and its two architectural gems, Antony House (out of view itself, but the beautiful approach to it is visible) and Ince Castle to the right, framing a view to the calm waters upstream.
If you strain your eyes to the horizon, you can just make out some tiny clusters of dolls-house-scale residences, which on a fair day it is possible to see belong to the coastal village of Crafthole and surrounding hamlets.
Scan straight ahead now, and there is a narrow stretch of the tidal estuary opening into the busy sprawl of Devonport Dockyard, the to-ing and fro-ing of Torpoint ferries, with the blurred urban greyness of the city stretching out behind.