Three
The rain was persistent but light about Herbert’s face for the remainder of the journey home. He saw Cerrigydrudion close into view beneath him and banked slowly onto the final energy line home, watching the hillsides roll away in all directions. Randomly dotted cottages, farms, clumps of houses and all the small roads that connected them lived on these great rises, he thought, all activities scurrying along their backs. All activities but his.
Approaching the rising field that led to his house, Herbert dropped the craft low again and pressed ahead in a final blaze that saw him bring the craft up and over the house, then pulled down into the courtyard a second later.
Derek had been watching the drizzle from within the open door and made little reaction to his nephew’s sudden appea
