Eight
Two minutes in and The Meifod Claw had already cleaved its way south-east through Europe and was on its way to hitting the northern tip of the Adriatic Sea from its starting point above the courtyard. Derek had seen them away with a wave before he got busy trundling about on the mower.
‘That’s not even beginning to stretch her legs, Herb,’ Benjamin told him before he brought them back to a steady pace and then a halt, silent and unknown above the water, where they marvelled at the jade-and-blue basin of colour beneath them.
‘I do have to say, that’s not half bad going, Ben.’
‘Agreed, I told you The Magpie would be shot on speed.’
With nothing else to agree upon or settle, they both stared outside of the invisible craft and considered that they may have almost landed over paradis
