A return visit to Pen Crags village would have to be made. He was determined that this time he would find someone to speak with, even if it was Bronwen Pryce.
On the way back to his car he passed an old moortop barn that he hadn’t taken much notice of earlier. He’d assumed the barn was disused, but on closer inspection he found it to be well maintained. The walls were constructed of dry-stone blocks, the courses fitting perfectly one upon the other. He was surprised to find himself marvelling at the skill of the construction, something he’d never considered before.
The padlock on the massive double doors was easy enough to pick. Removing his dark glasses he peered inside. On a solid wooden trestle he saw half a dozen squared-off gritstone blocks like the stones in the wall of the barn. T
