Across the meadows, the seagulls were soaring over the Solent, urgently calling to one another. The redbrick tower of the abbey church rising into the clean blue sky gave the tourists an irresistible snapshot opportunity. Although Vectis Abbey had always been open to the public, the revelations about its ancient Library had turned it into a substantial point of interest, much to the consternation of the resident monks. On weekends, local women from the village of Fishbourne volunteered to conduct guided tours, mostly to encourage visitors into bunches as this was less disruptive to the routine of monastery life than having people aimlessly wandering through the church and the abbey grounds. The baby in the stroller began to cry. The tourists, mostly seniors well past their infant-loving years, looked annoyed, but his parents were unfazed. His mother checked his diaper. “I’m going to find a place to change him,” Nancy said, peeling off toward the tea-house. Will nodded and kept listening to the guide, a heavily haunched middle-aged woman who was pointing at tender shoots sprouting up from behind a rabbit fence and expounding on the importance of vegetables to a fraternal order.
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