6
Stuck in the Muck
After taking the junction for Christmas Land, Bonnie began to see more signs. The landscape had changed, becoming beautiful, all rolling hills and moorland as they entered the Lake District. In the distance she caught glimpses of glittering water whenever they crested a rise. After a while she nudged Debbie awake. The younger girl looked up blearily, grinned, and said, ‘Are we there yet?’
‘Not yet, but nearly. Isn’t it pretty?’
Debbie looked around. ‘Where did all the hedges go?’
Dry stone walls had replaced the grassy hedgerows, the roads narrowing in many places to a single lane punctuated by small passing places.
‘It’s so charming,’ Bonnie said, unable to keep a grin off her face. ‘All these hills and lakes—’
‘Fells and meres, Bon,’ Debbie said.
Bonnie frowne
