circus tent stood with its accompanying
caravans hidden neatly to the rear of it beyond this the large
manor house, that acted as a hotel as well as museum, stood almost
hidden in the forest that stretched through and around the whole
park. They passed this, waving to one of the travelling
entertainers as they did, who nodded in turn.
The day had
warmed up nicely , though the
slight breeze still had a chill to it making it much colder in the
shadows cast by the trees, as they passed the side road that took
guests up to the front of the big house.
“ We’ll start
brushing the other side of the pay booths,” Micky
stated.
“ You mean
where the folk queue up?” Andy queried.
“ Yeah, that
way it looks tidier as they punters come in, mind you it won’t take
long for them to mess it up again,” Micky sounded weary at the
thought.
“ How don’t
they use the bins?” Andy motioned at the waste receptacles at both
sides of the entrance.
“ Some do but just as many don’t give a
dam n,” he shook his head as he
answered putting the objects he’d been carrying down but still
using his body to support the utensils. “Anyway here’s some bags
for the rubbish, you start over there,” he handed Andy some bags
from the roll then took one off for himself pushing the rest into
his belt. As Andy turned to go he nudged him with one of the
brushes, “you forgetting this?”
“ Oh, right,” Andy looked sheepishly at Micky as he took the
brush.
“ Not get much
work done without it,” Micky smiled.
“ Yeah.”
“ After all
you don’t want me doing it all,” Micky joked.
“ Why not I could supervise make a change from you,” Andy
came back unexpectedly ,
sending Micky into a loud guffaw of laughter.
They passed
through the gap between the pay booths . Micky left the shovel leaning against one of the wooden
structures. A large car parking area sat on their left whilst in
front the long driveway continued through the wood to the, out of
sight, front gate and the main road to the nearest town of
Galston.
They swept the
dead decaying leaves up with the wind blown rubbish that had
collected over the winter into two large piles that the men squeezed into one of the bags they
had for the job before they turn to clearing between the
booths.
“ What do we
do with the bags?” Andy asked after they filled another.
“ Well, I
suppose we leave them here for now and get them later before
lunch,” Micky said thinking about how best to deal with the
rubbish, “and then we’ll come back and take them up to the skip
behind the cabin when we go for lunch.”
“ Okay,” Andy
said happily, “when is lunch today by the way?”
“ About the
usual half twelve.”
“ So you’ll not
be driving for a late lunch like yesterday,” Andy referred to the
previous day humorously.
“ Maybe you
should just get some work done first or are you just going to leave
it to me,” Micky smiled broadly.
“ Why not?”
Andy cheekily answered with an equally bright face as they returned
cheerfully to brushing once again.
C hapter 10
As the sun
began to shine more strongly through the hazy
sky , she hid in her dark, damp
secret room. She cursed the day for it was her least favourite time
as it trapped her. She loved the night when she could sally forth
from her cell to bring fear to those who were foolish enough to
come to close to her domain; stalking them if they entered the
forest, like a hunter his prey.
Fear had
spread across the Irvine Valley as she sought her revenge against
those who had told falsehoods
against her. It was something she had not thought of or cared
about, fingers though began to be pointed, after all witches don’t
work alone was the talk. Only one had dared to stand up for her, to
try and save her, her Minister; so they had accused him as before
they had her.
It didn’t take
long for some to start to speak ill of the Reverend Adams. He had
been good friends with the
witch and her mother before she
caravans hidden neatly to the rear of it beyond this the large
manor house, that acted as a hotel as well as museum, stood almost
hidden in the forest that stretched through and around the whole
park. They passed this, waving to one of the travelling
entertainers as they did, who nodded in turn.
The day had
warmed up nicely , though the
slight breeze still had a chill to it making it much colder in the
shadows cast by the trees, as they passed the side road that took
guests up to the front of the big house.
“ We’ll start
brushing the other side of the pay booths,” Micky
stated.
“ You mean
where the folk queue up?” Andy queried.
“ Yeah, that
way it looks tidier as they punters come in, mind you it won’t take
long for them to mess it up again,” Micky sounded weary at the
thought.
“ How don’t
they use the bins?” Andy motioned at the waste receptacles at both
sides of the entrance.
“ Some do but just as many don’t give a
dam n,” he shook his head as he
answered putting the objects he’d been carrying down but still
using his body to support the utensils. “Anyway here’s some bags
for the rubbish, you start over there,” he handed Andy some bags
from the roll then took one off for himself pushing the rest into
his belt. As Andy turned to go he nudged him with one of the
brushes, “you forgetting this?”
“ Oh, right,” Andy looked sheepishly at Micky as he took the
brush.
“ Not get much
work done without it,” Micky smiled.
“ Yeah.”
“ After all
you don’t want me doing it all,” Micky joked.
“ Why not I could supervise make a change from you,” Andy
came back unexpectedly ,
sending Micky into a loud guffaw of laughter.
They passed
through the gap between the pay booths . Micky left the shovel leaning against one of the wooden
structures. A large car parking area sat on their left whilst in
front the long driveway continued through the wood to the, out of
sight, front gate and the main road to the nearest town of
Galston.
They swept the
dead decaying leaves up with the wind blown rubbish that had
collected over the winter into two large piles that the men squeezed into one of the bags they
had for the job before they turn to clearing between the
booths.
“ What do we
do with the bags?” Andy asked after they filled another.
“ Well, I
suppose we leave them here for now and get them later before
lunch,” Micky said thinking about how best to deal with the
rubbish, “and then we’ll come back and take them up to the skip
behind the cabin when we go for lunch.”
“ Okay,” Andy
said happily, “when is lunch today by the way?”
“ About the
usual half twelve.”
“ So you’ll not
be driving for a late lunch like yesterday,” Andy referred to the
previous day humorously.
“ Maybe you
should just get some work done first or are you just going to leave
it to me,” Micky smiled broadly.
“ Why not?”
Andy cheekily answered with an equally bright face as they returned
cheerfully to brushing once again.
C hapter 10
As the sun
began to shine more strongly through the hazy
sky , she hid in her dark, damp
secret room. She cursed the day for it was her least favourite time
as it trapped her. She loved the night when she could sally forth
from her cell to bring fear to those who were foolish enough to
come to close to her domain; stalking them if they entered the
forest, like a hunter his prey.
Fear had
spread across the Irvine Valley as she sought her revenge against
those who had told falsehoods
against her. It was something she had not thought of or cared
about, fingers though began to be pointed, after all witches don’t
work alone was the talk. Only one had dared to stand up for her, to
try and save her, her Minister; so they had accused him as before
they had her.
It didn’t take
long for some to start to speak ill of the Reverend Adams. He had
been good friends with the
witch and her mother before she
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