Peeking in from the closed wrought iron gate in the centre of the folly, I managed to squeeze in my camera to take a couple of pictures of the room inside. A neglected room with a couple of 'modern' wicker chairs and a fireplace each end.
Most of the windows were boarded up.
A lovely tiled floor with a chequerboard design.
Straight opposite me was another gated doorway that led to the secret garden beyond. So secret that all we could make out was water and another building in the distance.
The wall around the secret garden, which was once a vineyard, was built much earlier than the folly back in 1633. I wonder who, if anyone, visits the secret garden today.