Flory missed her large comfy bed back at The Great Smials. She had awoken several times during the night due to the almost constant bleating of sheep on the fields outside.
“If only someone would put those sheep into a nice pie or serve them up on a plate with some nice taters and mint sauce so I could get some rest”
But the noise continued and Flory was in a foul mood come breakfast time but her mood improved when she saw the Lambs Kidneys and Mutton on her plate, at least there was one less sheep to keep her up at night.
After breakfast Flory took a stroll up the road towards Scary. She had heard that there was a good chance some of the miners may have come across the odd relic or two. There was still a cold wind blowing across the fields, winter was having one last opportunity to huff and blow before the spring finally arrived. She pulled the brightly coloured silk scarf tighter around her and shifted her pack on her back.
Flory arrived at the quarry but was disappointed to see that there was no work being done. Rather than the ringing sound of hammers and picks striking stone there was silence. A large group of quarrymen and Bounders were all gathered around the entrance but no one had as much as a single hammer in their hand. Flory approached one of the Foremen and told him she was looking for any interesting ruins or relics and asked if she could take a look at the quarry
“Not a chance” he said, “far too dangerous to go in right now, we got a bit of a spider problem "
There was a short round of chuckles when Flory asked how bad a spider could be to stop a whole quarry full of miners and Bounders from working.
“These be a little on the large side, they are not your normal spider, these are about this big” he said stretching out both arms as far as they would reach.
“And how will you get rid of them?” asked Flory
“Oh we were hoping they would just sort of wander off again” said one of the Bounders as he emptied his mug of tea.
“Well good luck with that. I will let you get back to er….work then” replied Flory and she retraced her steps towards Brockenboring leaving the bounders and miners behind as they poured out another helping of tea.
What a place she thought to herself, giant spiders, awful weather and too many damned sheep, give me the warmer climes and tranquillity of Tuckbourogh any day. She headed back to the Plough and Stars Inn to do a bit of reading beside the fire.
