‘There is a certain atmosphere about the place,
an echo of a life that is hidden deep in the recesses of the mind.’
The Green Goddess lurched violently as she swung around the almost impossible corner, before her steady growl returned, and then a roar of satisfaction as she contemplated yet another ‘worm-hole’ through the space-time continuum…
“What is Carn Euny anyway?”
“It’s a prehistoric village.”
Forthe first time that day the mist which had descended with our arrival began to show signs of lifting.
And beyond it, the sun…
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