This is the life Jimmy. The sea breeze blowing through our baskets, the sun on our handles. I shall be sorry when this holiday ends. Look at our Sam over there, searching for crabs, not a care in the world. ‘Mind you don’t go out too far Samuel. You’re dad’s wheels are not what they were to come chasing after you if you get stuck’. Wonder if I should have put more lubrication on his legs? I’d hate him to get rusty. Right, I’m off to laze in the sun for a while Jimmy, keep an eye on our Sam.
“Dad, leave us alone. We’re having fun building dens. We keep telling you, we don’t want to help you outside!”
“But kids, it’s really important. I need all the help I can get and we haven’t got much time left. I thought I felt some rain as I was coming in. This could be it.”
“Mum! Dad’s being weird again.”
“Noah, leave the children be and stop scaring them. Get back to your boat building and I’ll come out and give you a hand after tea. And Noah… please take that silly helmet off, you’re going to frighten the neighbours.”
If only I could remember the actual words I’d used. Maybe saying them backwards would get those things down from the ceiling. He always made magic look so easy. A few words here and a nonchalant wave of his wand, was all it seemed to take. How come it hadn’t worked for me? He’ll be furious when he gets back. Some wizards would see the funny side of all this, but he won’t. Humour has never been one of his strong points. What I need is a spell to make myself disappear. On second thoughts, I think I’ll just run.
“But dad, them Druids said it was important we get it right. Said we’ve got to stick to these drawings they’ve done. Stonehenge they’re going to call it. Reckon it’ll still be here hundreds of years from now.”
“That all well and said son but we’ve still got to build it. Look at them drawings! Typical of them Druids, always got their heads in the clouds. With what they’re paying us, there’s no way they’re going to get anything as fancy as that. Just stick a few stone columns in the ground lad. That’ll do. They’ll not notice the difference.”
“Forensics say it’s definitely a human thigh bone. Stripped bare of flesh. Found in a waste bin in the kids play area on the Eastleigh estate. Forensics also confirmed it belongs to the torso we found yesterday in the woods that back on to the edge of the estate.”
“How are we doing with identifying it?”
“One possibility sir. A young girl has been reported missing. Name of Goldilocks. Seems she was in the habit of visiting some bears living in a cottage in the woods. I’ve got men out there checking it now.”