After the long day’s trek we rounded the last bend in the track, and ahead we saw Face Rock sitting in greeting of our arrival.
It was the source of so many stories, most about the magical qualities the rock was supposed to possess.
As the evening descended upon us, we set up our camp spot within the shelter of the rock.
We were very tired, and so it didn’t take us long to get comfortable and drift off to sleep.
I woke to the grinding of the rocks, and it was coming from the rear of the cave. But there was more than a grinding there was also an audible breathing as well.
I flicked on my torch and scanned the back of the cave.
To my surprise, I saw a small man, a leprechaun in fact in green trousers and a striped white and yellow coat.
On his head, he had attached a piece of a tree, which provided him with light. He appeared to be etching something onto the back wall.
My light on him startled him, and he turned quickly to see where the light was coming from.
“Begat and begorrah but you frighted me. What’s your game then?”
“Um we are camping here, just for tonight,” I replied cautiously. All the while searching for my phone to photograph the little man.
“’Tis, my place, did yer make a booking?” he asked looking somewhat authoritative.
“No, I didn’t know I had to,” I replied defensively.
“Ye can’t be comin’ into a man’s home uninvited,” he explained.
We eyed each other off, and I noticed the chisel in his hand. He looked at me and noticed my hand holding my phone.
“There’s no point you pointing that thing at me we leprechauns are not the photo type. Yer be wasting yer time.”
As he finished that last sentence my camera went off the flash illuminating the cave where my companions slept oblivious to what was happening around them.
I looked at the man, but he was now gone.
I laughed to myself thinking I’d captured him in my camera but when I looked there was noting recorded.
Disappointed I returned to my bed as a voice in my ear said, “See I told yer.”