Walk down the driveway at Compton Verney, over the footbridge, towards the house, and you’ll spot something. There, in the trees, on the side of the lake. It’s a dome. Made of car bonnets and old doors, it’s half futuristic, half rusting and tired. There’s smoke coming from the chimney, chickens running around outside. Inside, you can hear people talking, hammering, making. Someone is singing an old Abba song.
Who are these people? Where has this dome come from? Is this the future, or the past?
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