Curious you head North East towards the strangely out of place stone wall. As you near it you find, half hidden in the ivy, a doorway set in the cloud grey stone.
The door is a dark, heavy wood and, set in the center, it holds a a tarnished brass door knocker fashioned in the head of a lion.
From beyond the door you can hear the gentle trickling of water and a faint humm of bees busy amidst blossoms. The ivy that covers the wall rustles softly and the wind is warm despite the coolness created by the shading trees overhead.
Cautiously you put your hand on the door. The smooth wood is strangely warm to the touch as hough alive... As is the lion's head. The worn metal is as smooth as water beneath your finger tips and plesant to touch, the molded locks of his mane winding like ribbons around his head.
Though entranced by the knocker there is little else here to see...
Though now you step back a moment you can also see a very faintly worn path following the wall to the left.
I suppose you could Knock or return to the Orchard. The lions head knocker,old and poorly drawn as it is, is mine, please do not take it.