The Underbath Chronicles No. 1

Caught in a breathless moment of repose Maud’s hand rests on the gate. The Ferry. Gone. Missed! The bridge downstream was ruled out as it would not be built until 1969. A shimmy down the ferry cable? A swim?? Out of the question. No ferry for a quarter hour. The ‘switchback’ shore though only yards away felt at that moment as distant as a continent. It’d mean late for tea. There’d be frowns at the Royal Hotel. Tutting too. Heads lowered they gaze non-plussed down the river steps to where the Ferry had – just moments before – been moored. ‘Damn!’ thought Enid and Maud agreed.

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