Chapter Eight – Jake CollinsIt was September. The circus troupe had travelled out of the city and down to the South coast, where fresh salty sea air and the sound of squawking gulls were in abundance. Pure white sand dunes filled the landscape to the left whilst a busy seaside town sprawled to the right, the perfect location for the Big Top to draw their customers from the late summer tourists and residents alike. Of course, the travelling folk were pleased with their new environment too, as the choice of eateries ranged from fish and chip shops to high-end restaurants, with the mid-range option being half a dozen taverns serving homemade fresh meals and locally brewed beer. However, there appeared to be one member of the group who was reluctant to sample the delicacies of the town and She
