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The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp...

Episode 69… Rebecca’s Spell (Part Three)… The Woods Memories of a lifestyle in Bayswater had fled from Esme’s mind, as if being mystically replaced by surroundings she now found herself in. She could not imagine any other existent lifestyle. This was where she belonged. This felt very natural to her. Here were her friends and here she was. There was simply nothing else. After twenty minutes they came to a hilltop clearing that overlooked some disused and overgrown workings, long thought by the many locals of Mill Hill to be the ancient diggings of charcoal burners. ‘Disturbances of the ground would have created this vale,’ remarked Charles coldly. ‘They would be digging out trees, large ones.’ ‘I don’t like this place,’ added Celia. ‘Please lets move on.’ The boys had introduced themselves firstly as friends of Charles and then gave their names as Barney and Toby. For a strange moment Esme felt they were familiar to her, at least in name only. Then the moment was gone and sh

The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp...

Episode 68… Rebecca’s Spell (Part Two)… Friends Bridget Moynihan’s Irish parentage had given her the gift of wonderful and imaginative story telling and soon the three of them were plunged into another of her spellbinding tales of mystery and intrigue. They passed the plump butcher’s boy who waved from his delivery bike. ‘Do people really want meat at this time in the morning,’ remarked Celia, with a somewhat narrowed eye. Bridget continued her tale of the secret sisters convent order that existed deep within the woods they were now heading for. ‘There are stories,’ she said: Of ritual sacrifice and other pagan practises.’ ‘Come on,’ stated Celia ‘For goodness sake. These are Christian Nuns. ‘They have taken their vows.’ ‘Taking to the order, does not mean they don’t have dark and foreboding secrets,’ replied Bridget with some sincere determination. ‘Ok.. Ok’ Celia gave way with a sigh. Ahead of them and walking quite slowly, almost sauntering purposely were a group of three