The Piemakers (urspr publ 1980; utgåvan 1980)

In the ten acre, the giant pie, guarded by two snoring Dalesmen, lay on a lake of silver. Moonlight poured through its shattered crust, and the moon itself was reflected in the gravy. If Gravella had seen it, tired though she was, she would have realized that this, too, was history. But she was asleep and past caring, and history had to go on without her.