Reflections by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781788636513
Publisher: Canelo Books
Published: 2019-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

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Her head down under her umbrella, Beth strode briskly along the lane in the direction leading away from the cove. She soon reached the place where the woods stretched out to the lane and she walked on until she reached a clearing. Beth knew she must cross the lane and then follow a long winding rough public footpath, between two high hedgerows, on the edge of Boswarva Farm. Joe had mentioned he reached Claze Wyn by a faster easier route over the fields but Beth wasn’t about to risk getting lost. The way was pitted, stony and deeply muddy in places and it made Beth lurch and skid and her umbrella kept getting snagged on the hedges. Brambles in particular hung out like grasping tentacles. Beth closed her umbrella reluctantly but found she preferred the less claustrophobic feel about her head and accepted the rain dripping off her waterproof hat in the way Kitty would. Kitty was less fussy about weather conditions and loved the wind on her face, and illogically Nature had kindly allowed her to keep her flawless looks. Beth regretted her thoughts about Kitty. She needed to keep Gabby Magor uppermost in mind and the outcome of a meeting with her.

Leaving the relative shelter of the hedgerows Beth reached open ground and she found herself buffeted by the strong winds. The sky was darker now, with growing sweeps of bruised purplish-grey, the colour of a stern dowager’s hair. Beth put up her umbrella but had to hold on tightly to the handle to prevent it being snatched away on the wind. The track beneath her mud-splashed boots, the way to Claze Wyn, was marked out from the years of Magors plodding to and from their home, but it was just as pitted and slippery as before. Beth could pick out Gabby’s deep boot prints and Tickle’s tiny paw prints. Sometimes Gabby used a shaky old bicycle to get around on but such a conveyance if used in these conditions would need to be pushed until reaching firmer ground. All Beth had to do was to keep going and sooner or later the hag’s property would come into view. Apparently elder trees grew behind it, from which Gabby harvested the berries to make wine, which with other fruit and vegetable wines she sold to regular customers. Beth was praying Gabby would be at home so she could get this meeting she was hoping for – which Gabby had hinted to Connie, that she herself would be seeking – over with. But meeting Gabby on her own ground was getting more and more daunting. Beth was sure it would be dreadful to be near or actually inside what would be, no doubt, a filthy, stinking hovel, and there was the risk of Gabby’s fierce temper and ready fists. She had been to prison years ago for badly beating Davey Vage after he had merely ignored her. She had served another sentence for receiving stolen goods. At the

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