“Do you think anyone lives there?” asked Crisp as we stood at the top of the lane.

“Who knows,” I replied, “everything in this country looks old as if it’s from some fairy tale.”

“Quaint, though,” said Crisp clicking off a few photographs.

“Probably inhabited by goblins I would think.”

“Or a wicked witch.”

“I knew one once.”

“A goblin or a witch?”

“Witch.”

“Really? I’ve been called one on a few occasions.”

“My brother’s wife, she once tried to turn my brother into a cane toad.”

“No luck?”

“No, he was already a doormat.”

Crisp wanted to know more about Ursula, my brother’s wife. Women with character she liked though she’d never befriend them for fear they’d give her the ‘evil eye’ as she put it.

“Witch’s are best kept at arm’s length,” she said as we moved on down the lane.

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