Watchers in the woods

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Lee, ‘Ow, ow, apparently, Mrs Hayridge…..Adams the Gardener...... ancestors, were really quite, agnostic at the time, as now, and built a civilized world, here whilst.....’, down a grassy trail, 'Bills old house', wellingtons by 3 ply gate ‘KEEP OUT’, a Picasso hanging on the wall, a small stove, and beyond a steel café table, an empty pussers rum bottle on the doorstep, and H.M.S Ulysees in the window, ‘Never forgotten’, on a walnut plaque, a family of 8 red eyes stared from the window, they started to run, the ‘ni, ni, ni, ni, ni’, nails on a blackboard sound of the alarm behind them. Beyond Mrs Hayridges Holly hedge, Lee with sickle, a stone auroch, ‘runes, the same in adjacent lines, gobble-de-gook in reverse, a permanent lock’, a green post horn lay in the trees, little dragons skip along the path, ‘half an acre of illicit drugs beyond Mrs Hayridges holy hedge’, Lee picked Mrs Nanar a flower. A branch quivered in the light, a fountain, darting fairies swam in the water, a white light shone on his face, whack, whack, ‘oh good shot’, ‘birdy on the eleventh’, two white caps, four distinctive shoes, and two golf clubs walk from the bush behind. Gallop, gallop, in the wood, a dark figure steps behind a tree, as Nina runs by, ‘whack’, ‘whack’, ‘a partridge in winter?’, ‘oh bad luck old chap’, two caps look at one another ‘the bunker’, A pillbox looms on the grass, ‘closed’, ‘not closed’, she was inside, the mantle shuddered to earth wind and fire, embossed in orange hexagonals, in the middle a black latex chair turned to meet her, around it nine seats in a semi-circle, Innes, Gilbey, Wakeman, Jarvis, Lloyd-webber, Brandfridth, Nutkin, Atkinson, Prachett, Nina put on the translucent rhubarb helmet, and pressed the button marked ‘pop’, the fins flew out, images flashed, the sound of a motorbike engine, roared, ‘spots rolled through the silo, The tft blinked, the garden, the ghostly mare swept up in a vortex, Nina drops the flag, ‘four’, and Mrs Nanar fell asleep, a copper finger scratched her back, a rocket smoked like a cigarette, burst, out of the silo, ‘sail on honey, sail on sugar’…..and the goodie at the end with the pipe appeared, ‘4 minutes to go and bang, welldone the lot of you’..and then the tape broke.. To be cont.