*

…“No matter,” says Wen, “they sometimes put contact details up.” She starts to scrutinise the notice board of the porch and then taps a number into her phone…

“No answer!”

Bugger times two!

We content ourselves with a swift circuit of the church but that merely emphasises the sense of disappointment and, as we climb back into the car, I start to wonder if we are destined for a hangover. It would have been in any case difficult to match the enormities of yesterday’s explorations and maybe we should be spending some time assimilating their significance rather than tearing about the country-side… it is akin I suppose to what, as teenagers, we used to call ‘Chasing the Dragon’ when we stayed out all night looking for drinking parties.

“No worries,” says Wen, “there’s another we can try on the way.”

Wen of course has no such doubts, “On the way to where?”

“The Hell-Fire Caves! Don’t you remember any of our conversation last night?”

“Ah, yes, the Hell-Fire Caves…”

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