I found myself in a walled garden, and stood entranced for a moment, to revel in the sounds and smells of the dark winter night. Old flagstones covered the entire garden floor area, and a huge ornate stone urn stood majestically in the centre. A profusion of dark ivy tumbled over the sides of the urn, which gave the appearance of a living fountain created by foliage. The high brick walls that surrounded the secluded garden were also cloaked in a similar glossy ivy. The effect was tranquil and beautiful. A heady fragrance wafted across to me on the night air, and I looked around to find the source. I spotted a bushy, trailing plant that clung tenaciously to the far wall. An abundance of white, star-shaped flowers gleamed against the glossy leaves. ‘Night-flowering winter jasmine.’ Will’s voice came from my left, and I jumped, having forgotten for a moment he was there. I continued to look around, noticing a lovely stone bench, on which I could easily imagine Will whiling away the night hours, doing whatever it is old vampires do in their spare time.
