Walled garden

I live on the edge of a neighbourhood that has more than its fair share of beautiful old stone walls. Behind these walls lie vast Victorian mansions and their lush gardens. Whenever I walk around here, which is most days, I idly try to think up some money-making scheme that might at some point in the future enable me to live in such a house. Today I felt suspiciously as if I was casing the joint as I took my photographs. Burglary as a get-rich-quick scheme hadn't even crossed my mind until then either...