Doug doesn't stay the night. By the time we reach my house I am far too excited about the profile for Expectations to do anything but start on it. So he drives me down the long gravel drive of Brackleton Farm & Stables, and then turns off onto the rutted dirt road that serves as my driveway. We wind deep into the woods, far from the main house, and emerge at a large clearing where my one-bedroom fieldstone carriage house stands.
