When Uncle Fred went missing, it came as no great surprise. Mum had been saying for years that he was beyond help.
Fred was her younger brother, a single man who spent most of his waking hours in the pub before staggering home using the fences along the street as supports. Though one night he forgot that Mrs Pilly didn’t have a fence but rather an impressive hedge and he fell into it leaving a large hole in it much to Mrs Pilly’s disgust.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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