“Well, here we are,” Thomas said as he stamped the loose mud from his boots. “We’ve reached a windy ridge in the middle of a bog. Now show me your lights, sister-of-mine.”
“We won’t see them in daylight,” Eleanor said. “I only wished to find this ridge to see why anybody would have lights here.”
“You’re welcome to inspect the place.” Thomas looked around. “It’s broader than I imagined, a ridge of heather, grass and bugger-all else.”
Eleanor hid her disappointment. She did not know what she had expected to find but something more than this bleakness.
Yet it’s the right place.
Yet it’s the right place.“There’s some view, though,” Thomas said. “This ridge would make a splendid OP – Observation Post. You can see all around from here.” He circled, naming the landmarks, and automatically se
