4. Going home
Half an hour later and I was having second thoughts. I mean, sure I was glad that I was getting home, but was this really the easiest way? Fern was just encouraging me, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but couldn’t she at least of offered me a shoulder to lean on or something. My ankle was really hurting! Somehow I managed to struggle on, buoyed by her encouragement we reached the edge of the wood and I spotted my picturesque cottage about a mile away. “Finally!” I exclaimed. “Hu?” questioned Fern, “All I see is ponies, cows, sheep, heather and gorse, oh and Combshead Tor. Where’s your house, oh, wait, I think I see it. Yes! That’s it, isn’t it?” I laughed, “Yes. That’s it, Fern.” Then more seriously “How did you know?” As she shrugged I realised that Fern really didn’t like answering personal questions, I wondered why.