In front of the cottage

The path crosses an open gate, stopping at the front of a quaint little thing of moss-covered stone and sienna tiles.

The door is ajar, and a piece of paper is pinned to it:

I'm away for a bit; let yourself in!

• Look at the jar

  Nicely crafted, the color of aged oak, but - when you cross your eyes a bit - it looks a lot like a door. An iron horseshoe has been nailed to it.
• Wave at the moss

  Rather rudely, it does not wave back.
• Step inside

• Walk down the path