Rowan
"Rowan trees protect against evil. This house is lucky, I can feel it."
He was considering a red-brick Catherinian place, huge and crumbling, he had seen on a cul-de-sac off Bowring Road. Only five minutes from Ramsey’s centre, it stood three storeys high at the end of narrow road, the back garden running all the way down to the Sulby River. The house was detached with a small front garden, a falling-down shed where he could build a garage, and a sizeable, back garden, full of trees, unusual for that kind of property. Inside everything was pre-war, and the kitchen and the bathrooms all needed tearing out and modernising. The house seemed lonely and unloved, like him.