They walked along the North Parade and into Abbey Green.
"It's not what I would call a green, exactly," said Jill.
The quiet court was desolate; no touch of colour enlivened the prim Georgian houses. Under the grey sky the rain lashed a weary-looking plane tree and pattered in great drops on the pig-bin that huddled beside it. Already the leaves were falling, swirling dismally across the asphalt.
"No, but there's something nice and secluded about it," said Penny, "sheltered by the Abbey-" and she glanced up at the towering Abbey in the background.
From THREEPENNY BIT, Chapter 3, In Abbey Green.