Seventeen
‘Don’t run us into the lighthouse, Ben.’
‘I’m sure I won’t, we’ve got this far without incident, Herb.’
‘That’s close enough to the truth, let’s carry on then.’
Presently, both of them were sitting on the craft, staring out from Oxwich Point, South Swansea and across the Bristol Channel at a vantage point of a little over one hundred feet. The sun was dropping fast and taking away the sight of the far shore with it. Benjamin indicated that they should wait a few more minutes before heading over the channel.
There were some nerves between them.
‘You want to go through the route one more time, Herb?’
Herbert agreed and took the dowsing rods from his belt while Benjamin shuffled forward and dangled his legs off the side of the craft. Herbert took a deep breath.
‘Okay,’ he sa
