I took a look round the small, cramped room, no bigger than the average walk-in wardrobe and tried hard to picture how I would feel shut up in there for an indeterminate time. I shuddered at the thought. Having introduced me to the Priest’s hole, John led on and I followed him along a passageway towards a welcoming looking doorway. On my right was an opening which appeared to be illuminated from above.
“Look up,” instructed John. I glanced up to the source of the light in expectation. Above me was a dark-wood varnished platform consisting of two short planks with a hole cut about the size of a washbasin. “A couple of hundred years ago you wouldn’t like to have been standing there, “ John said with a smile.
“Go on, tell me why?” I asked.
“Does that bit of wood look familiar?” John replied, “think about the size and shape.”
”I could only think of it as a medieval lampshade but that is obviously wide of the mark.” a remark I immediately regretted.
”Well I could say, ‘here’s mud in your eye’ it’s the garderobe, the forerunner of en-suite bathroom facilities, amazing eh!”
”Brilliant, “ I replied, with more than a hint of jealousy, “are there any more features you want to tempt me with.”
”Wait until tonight, you’ll be well impressed I guarantee but that is something for later, meanwhile it’s nearly time for a drink.”
The story continues…….
When the pen takes control. 