And this morning the Shed is a burial mound, out on the crest of a heather moor, under which an undiscovered hoard of scarlet gold lies burning…
And this morning the Shed is a burial mound, out on the crest of a heather moor, under which an undiscovered hoard of scarlet gold lies burning…
Ooohh, I wonder did you read Rosemary Sutcliff and Henry Treece as a kid? (I hope so!) 👏😃👍 Would love to see a book of short stories about the Shed’s adventures... 😋
A mighty wyrm lies atop the hoard. Its slumbering snores are the whispering warm breeze across the moor.
Sounds like a divine place to go and worship, Your Grace. Speaks to me of solitude. Me go throw on a coffee and do summore #Peaches! What a wonderful little tale this is. I do so love the characters.
So glad you're enjoying it!
Am now at The Black Autan. Seems a good place to pick it up again tomorrow. And spend the affernoon delving into my final (and 6th) #OlivieBlake book. #OneForMyEnemy. She's awesome in her writing style and use of language.
Which the builders are carefully going round just in case.