æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə dɪvˈɛləpmənt ɪz ɐ stɹˈɪp ʌv wˈʊdlənd, bᵻjˌɔnd wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ ðə kənvˈɜːɾᵻd ˈeɪtiːnθ sˈɛntʃɚɹi ˈɑːmshaʊzᵻz ɪnwˌɪtʃ lˈaɪvz kɹˈɪspɪn mˈɑːɹvɛl, sˈʌn ʌvðə fˈɔːɹmɚɹ ᵻstˈeɪt ˈoʊnɚ, hˌuː spˈɛndz hɪz tˈaɪm ɹˈeɪzɪŋ bˈiːz ænd tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə fˈɪnɪʃ ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ ɐ hˈɪstɚɹi ʌvðɪ ᵻstˈeɪt.
At the edge of the development is a strip of woodland, beyond which are the converted 18th century almshouses in which lives Crispin Marvell, son of the former estate owner, who spends his time raising bees and trying to finish writing a history of the estate.