"I hardly can bring myself to part with this story, it has brought such private joy to me. "I had taken an afternoon"s holiday to make a pilgrimage: my goal being a small parish church that lies remote from the railway, five good miles from the tiniest of country stations . . . and to carry me on my first stage I had taken a crawling local train. I will not deny that I dozed at intervals, in my empty smoking compartment . . . "But I wish to make it clear that I came on the Vision with eyes open -- and that it left me staring, and as wide-awake as Macbeth -- for here, in this green corner of rural England on a workaday afternoon, in full sunlight, I saw a company of ancient god-like beings sitting, naked and unabashed -- and piping -- to my astonishment! -- while twelve British navvies danced to their music! . . . I saw it; and a derisive whistle from the engine told me that driver and stoker saw it, too. I was not dreaming, then!" So begins a journey from everyday life of modern England -- to the realm of mystery and beauty . . . from the author of The Splendid Spur and Naughts and Crosses.