Lift of the year.

At the foot of the hill there is a reception area wherein you will find the lift.

The lift takes passengers up to the Tor that rises above the hill and from which you can see the snow-capped mountains of the distance.

The lift is shaped like a Grandfather Clock, the door is made of inlaid wood panelling but when you open it the interior is painted a glossy white with occasional red.

It looks classy.

Ok, it also looks small, suitable for one person only.

But as the door shuts – it is heavily sprung – that person tells you, “it’s ok, I’ll make room”.

You pull the door open again, it yields reluctantly because of the air seal, and the lift is empty.

You step in, and then you step out, confused, and let the door swing shut.

Then you pull it open again and the person is standing there saying – “are you coming?”.

And the door shuts once again.

You yank it open.

The lift is empty.