Le Field: a story about going back to rediscover everything. A weekend in a house gone a little to seed, yet still full of grace. One of those places where the posh essence never quite fades. Curtains that haven't been changed since 1960, a garden growing wild, and half-read books in every room.

Time is measured in chess games that go on far too long, breakfasts that never end, and one failed attempt at playing the piano. No plan, that's the plan: the strange pleasure of stopping to rediscover what was always there.