The rusted gates between the crumbling heraldic pillars were folded back, and my uncle flicked the mares impatiently as we flew up the weed-grown avenue, until he pulled them on their haunches before the time-blotched steps.
Mon oncle, dans son impatience, cingla les juments pendant que nous volions sur l'avenue envahie par les herbes folles, et il finit par les arrêter brusquement devant les marches que le temps avait noircies de taches.