Jamjar Cottage - Stepping into the Unknown

As soon as I passed through the doorway into the room, it was obvious something was wrong. Something strange had happened here - the floor hadn't been swept for years and there was no glass in the window frame. There was a view across the valley beyond the railway track.

The occupants had gone out, but had forgotten to turn out the lights. How do I know this? Was it my amazing powers of deduction? No, the light switch was in the 'on' position. I knew this meant something - they had left in a hurry!

Something nagged away at my mind. I put it down to my over-developed imagination, but I began to feel uneasy - very uneasy. And then I saw it. The leg bone of a cockerel with its fighting claw well defined. This was likely to mean just one thing . . .


To be continued . . .

Jamjar Cottage - Introduction

It was just a walk in the Somerset countryside and as I walked past a small copse, I noticed some snowdrops. There must have been a garden here once upon a time. As I moved closer and looked in front of me, there was a doorway bordered with ivy. Without doubt, it was the ruins of a building

There must be treasure here, I thought and I was right! But more of that later . . . It was time to take a step into the unknown!

To be continued . . . .