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It was an early start, and once again the Nakka warehouse was shrouded in the dense harbour mist. Nakka was against travelling in a taxi, so they walked the relatively short distance to Portsmouth Harbour Station. Lilac thought, maybe she could see some of the sights, but that was not going to happen as the mist that draped the warehouse home became a pea-souper as they skirted the harbour, through the g*n-wharf harbour-side shops and into the station, also totally fog-bound as it stood on piles out into the harbour.
Nakka looked scared, for Juliet or himself, Lisa was not sure. She had cast aside all of Lilac’s jibing they should not take a horse turnip, used her feminine wiles on Lilac of the Yard, and similar wiles on the horse turnip, her blinkered chicken man-horse. She steered h
