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  2. The next morning, Eric dozed peacefully in the passenger seat as Andy drove along to his first appointment of the day. A change of scenery seemed like a good idea, and the old man leapt at the prospect as soon as he made it. His visits were both small scale, offering Eric the opportunity to stretch his legs by looking at the different gardens. Andy glanced at his passenger. He was slowly improving. It was one way he knew how much older Eric was. Abrasions which would heal up in couple of days on his body, were taking a lot longer for the older man. His ankle was still the main problem though. It was unlikely Eric would be able to return home until the end of the following week at the earliest. Not for the first time, Andy made a mental note to keep his diary as free as possible for the week after that. Eric would need help adjusting to being back in the cottage. He was about to turn his mind back to deciding a menu for the next week's supper party when Eric stirred, snuffling, twitching, until he woke himself up. He yawned. “Sorry… Just resting my eyes.” “OK?” Eric shifted in his seat, moving into a more upright position. “Yeah.” “We'll be there shortly – another fifteen minutes. The turning's coming up soon.” “How far away are we from home?” Andy checked how many miles they'd done. “'bout thirty miles. Mrs Broughton's one of my closer clients.” Eric blinked. “Blimey. I don't think I've ever been out this way. Or not this far, at least.” Andy marvelled yet again at how constrained Eric's life had been. Having no car, and no friends who might've given him a lift, his client had been, and was still, dependent on public transport. If there was no bus or train, he simply didn't go to places. Even ones which were comparatively close like the visit they were making now. And by his own admission, Eric had never spent much time or money travelling for pleasure. Driving was something he took for granted. He wouldn't be able to run his business without a car. None of his clients were on public transport routes, or not ones which were close enough. Yes, people in metropolitan areas did without cars. They could afford to: frequent, affordable public transport, vehicles for hire if they needed one, and cabs aplenty. And they were often the sort who earned the kind of money of which Eric could only have dreamed. His passenger looked at him. “And what does this lady need a landscape designer for?” Andy snorted. “It's not always about rolling acres of parkland. This visit's more concerning the upkeep of an existing, comparatively modest garden. If I stuck to solely being the modern equivalent of Capability Brown, I wouldn't have a very full diary. Or wallet, for that matter.” Eric frowned. “So why spend all that time and money doing the degree then? Was it just to have some letters after your name?” Andy smiled wryly. “You have a point, Eric, but plenty of people end up in jobs which have little or nothing to do with their original degree subject …” Eric grunted again in disapproval. Andy hoped it was more against academic work in general rather than anything aimed at him. That his passenger hadn't started off in the best of moods wasn't surprising given this was his first outing since his accident. He continued with his answer. “I'm lucky, I've stuck pretty closely to mine. In this part of western England, there's not much call for landscape design from scratch: commercial, urban, or otherwise. However, I do get called in for consultations. Historical landscapes mostly. It's something I enjoy immensely, but I also have to be pragmatic. I need several revenue streams to ensure a steady income. So I do garden designs, re-designs, general consultations, and any other horticultural work where someone needs a professional overview.” Eric raised an eyebrow. “Do you do any actual gardening?” The older man wasn't impressed – that much was clear. He wasn't taking it personally. His client learnt all his gardening skills on the job. Given his school days hadn't been remotely enjoyable or fulfilling, a deep-rooted scepticism for theory over practise was hardly surprising. He grinned. “What? As in getting my hands dirty? At home, yes…” Eric nodded. “I like that your garden's not a showpiece. It's somewhere to relax and enjoy, to be lived in. … I was thinking more of in your job. Do you do any planting out, or digging, or such?” “I can do if it's needed. I'm more likely to subcontract that kind of thing out to other people. They'll have more hands-on experience, and all the necessary equipment. I'm there to translate the clients' requirements into actions.” “You've given it a lot of thought. I'll give you that.” The reluctant praise was genuine enough, and coming from Eric, it meant more than just the words. In one hundred yards, turn left onto the B4893. The satnav announcement made Andy pay more attention to his driving. He'd only been to the client once before, and without it, he would've probably continued chatting to his passenger and missed the turning. He wasn't used to having someone with him on work trips, especially one who challenged him to think. They took the turning. Eric looked out of the car window with curiosity. Andy gave some commentary. “Mrs Broughton's place is a large, detached house on the outskirts of the village that's coming up.” Right on cue, they approached the village pub on one side, and an assortment of dwellings on the other. Eric peered closely at the pub as they passed. “Hnh … They're lucky to still have a pub.” “Yeah. There's no shop though. I looked for one the last time I was here.” He pulled in at a pair of imposing stone gateposts. “Here we are. Mrs Broughton knows I'm bringing a friend with me, so don't feel shy about having a look around her garden. She's fine with it. I think you'll like what you see.” “What's the work?” “Oh… A problem with a retaining wall, and she wants me to appraise her trees. Some may need felling and replacing with more suitable species.” The car drove slowly up the gravel to the house. Eric's head swivelled from side to side, taking in as much of the planting on either side of the drive as he could. “This'll look good in the summer with the roses and peonies.” Andy parked the 4x4 out of the way. “Yeah, I haven't seen it at its best yet. Mrs Broughton's mentioned lupins and hostas as well. It won't be long before the aquilegia are out.” As they both got out of the car, Andy fussed a little over the older man. “Have a good time, but don't stay out if you're getting cold, or your ankle's hurting. Yeah? Come and find us – in the garden or the house, it doesn't matter. If we're inside, I'll come to the door.” Eric grimaced, though a faint gleam. “Anyone would think you were my mother, fussing like you are.” Andy rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe I am in a way.” Later, the two men sat in the village pub, looking out at the parking area. They were waiting for their lunch to arrive. “So, what did you think of the garden, Eric?” Eric took a gulp of his ale before answering. “I managed to get round most of it. That was quite an achievement.” “It was indeed. The exercise will be good for you.” Andy nursed a glass of apple juice. “I can see why the owner needed to talk to you about the trees. A couple of the firs were close to touching the power lines.” “Yeah, and one of the horse chestnuts has been infected by canker. That'll have to be felled straight away and burned.” Andy grimaced. “The other chestnuts will have to be monitored to see if they've caught it as well.” Eric shrugged. “It happens. I remember when Dutch elm disease hit; that was a disaster. The estate I worked on had to fell an entire avenue of trees. Still, the rest of her garden looked good: the roses were well pruned, and I liked the orchard. A good mixture of apples, plums, and damson. It's only small, but enough for the size of the garden.” Andy chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it's nothing like the orchards you see in stately homes.” Eric thought back to his working years. “Some places still have them, but many owners grubbed the trees out. They're not really decorative, you have to give them a lot of attention, and unless you're going to sell or use what they produce, the fruit goes to waste.” “Hmm… no more hordes of servants to make tarts, jams, and whatever else they did with fruit.” “And no freezers to store them in. … I'd like to come back later in the year. See it at its best.” It had been so long since he'd visited anyone's garden, and now first Andy's, then this one. Eric was growing more and more reconnected to gardening. He gave voice to his feelings. “When I get back to my own place, I can't wait to get planting. And more of the bulbs should be out.” Andy smiled at him. “The bulbs here are beautiful. Seeing all the different varieties of narcissi makes my day.” “Yes…” Eric found himself being distracted by a server, who he hoped was approaching with their lunch. “But I still think it's a summer garden.” Their food arrived. Eric was pleased; he was famished. There was silence apart from the sounds of cutlery and eating as the two men tucked in. They smiled at each other as they did so; Eric was sure Andy was thinking the same as he was. Both remembering that first pub meal, right at the start of their relationship, which was such an important time for repairing the bridge between them. Andy tackled his generous ploughman's lunch with enthusiasm. Eric took a moment to savour the sight and smell of his home-made shepherd's pie before he got going with his knife and fork. A few minutes later, Andy buttered more of the fresh crusty bread. He took the opportunity to ask a question. “What did you think of the film last night, Eric? You didn't say much before you went to bed.” Eric continued chewing. He hadn't said much because his head had been so full of things. Theere was usual mixture of emotions and feelings: good, bad, out of this world. And regrets, of course, which seemed to accompany many of his new experiences when it came to romance and love. He swallowed. “Err… I think it's a great film. They didn't romanticise working on the land. Farming can be hard, dirty work, I imagine, up at all hours. It was moving as well. My eyes filled a couple of times. And the romance…” Eric sighed. “Well, you know me. You can imagine how it made me feel.” Eric felt a gentle squeeze of his hand from his companion. Andy smiled at hm. “I can, Eric. … It's one of my favourite films. I love the truth of it. Adam and I have watched any number of gay films over the years.” Taking another drink of his ale, Eric pushed his empty plate away. “How come you've seen so many, and I've seen just the one?” He looked on as Andy took a moment to collect his thoughts. “We've been fortunate. Adam and I used to go and see anything that was on in Birmingham. Then, when streaming became possible, we've watched more and more. Not all of them are good quality, of course.” “Streaming?” Eric frowned as he searched his memory and then, as so often, failed to find anything. “Yeah. That's how we watched the film yesterday.” “Oh …” Eric still wasn't much the wiser. “I thought it were one of the channels I never watch.” Andy piled the remaining pickle onto his last piece of cheese and devoured it whole. He washed it down with the dregs of his apple juice. Then he continued with his explanation. “It's a way you can watch TV programmes or films when you want via the internet. You can use a computer, or a TV which is connected to the internet like ours is. It's stuff you have to pay for.” “So your telly is part of the internet as well?” He found this hard to believe. “Yes. I mean you wouldn't use it to send an email, or search webpages. For movies, it's awesome.” “Hmm … no chance of that with mine. Bought it second-hand years ago.” Andy started to gather his stuff together. “OK… maybe we should have a movie night once in a while. Adam or I will choose a film we think will interest you.” “You'd do that for me?” Eric couldn't quite believe his ears. “Of course, we would. It'll be fun revisiting films we haven't seen in ages. … Right, we need to be on our way. My next client awaits.” They thanked the bar staff and made their way out to the car. Felicity Partington sat staring at the various sample wedding reception menus spread out on the kitchen table. She needed more information from the boys before she could start the task of sorting them into 'possibles' and 'no-hopers'. Reaching for the phone, she remembered Andy was out visiting clients again. From what he said, he would have someone with him as well apparently: an old man he and Adam had somehow befriended. Or was it to do with Andy's volunteering? The phone call would have to wait 'til the evening. Pity… she needed something to occupy herself with which didn't require any physical exertion. Instead she wearily reached for the packet of aspirin. The effort of stretching across the table elicited a pain-filled gasp. Felicity clutched at her left side, trying to ease the acute discomfort. The bruises there and the pains in her gut were getting her down. With a sigh, she stood up slowly to move closer to the packet. Swallowing a couple of pills without bothering to get some water, she sat back down. Oliver's drinking habit was getting steadily worse. They'd got into an argument the previous evening concerning the date set for the boys' wedding. This was the result. Really, she should've known better than to contradict her husband when he was the worse for drink. He was still strong for a man in his sixties who didn't look after himself. A punch to her stomach, followed by being slammed up against the edge of the display cabinet, and she'd been a gasping heap on the floor, crying with the shock and pain. Oliver had apologised in a limited fashion earlier that morning, but he'd made it plain that she brought it upon herself. Felicity knew she had to work harder to control her tongue. How was she meant to just stand there while her husband described their son as a faggot? Feeling miserable, she wiped a couple of tears away. There was no love left between them, replaced instead by an invidious mutual dependency. Her phone bleeped. Felicity dragged the handset closer. It was a text from Adam. She desperately needed a conversation with someone who was sober and sane. Without reading the rest of the text, she tapped on his number. Adam Partington. Felicity grimaced. That wasn't a good start. Her son sounded distracted, perhaps busy with something important. “Hi, darling…” Ma! Sorry you got the official greeting. I answered without looking. “You sound busy. Should I phone back later?” No, it's fine. Just some wretched thing I'm working on. You OK? You sound a little upset? Felicity closed her eyes briefly and hoped the latest dose of painkillers would take effect very soon. “I … err …” What's the old sot been up to now? “Adam! Don't speak of your father like that.” She heard a disgusted snort in reply. “We had a silly argument about your wedding last night.” It hadn't been remotely 'silly', but she wasn't going to describe what actually happened. My wedding arrangements are none of his fucking business, after what he said at Christmas. “I know, darling, but he'd had too much to drink.” Yeah. In vino veritas. In other words, when you're pissed, the barriers come down. All social niceties forgotten. Felicity silently acknowledged the truth in the saying. “You are going to invite him to the wedding though, darling? He'd be deeply offended if you didn't.” For a moment, her only answer was a low, ferocious growl of contempt. Ma, both Andy and I would be devastated if you couldn't make it to our wedding. Him? Frankly, I couldn't give a toss. We haven't finalised the guest list yet, but it's pretty short odds on him not being on it. The only people likely to be offended otherwise would be us, you, our friends. Everyone, in fact. Felicity let out a long breath. It was all true. Anyway, I'd better get back to work. Unless there's anything else? “No… I just wanted to talk to you.” You sure everything's OK? “Yes, darling. I'm down in the dumps, that's all. See you soon.” Love you. She looked at the time. Lunch soon, and then Oliver would be back from his stockbroker, complaining as usual. Felicity got up and looked in the fridge. What did she fancy?
  3. Daddydavek

    GMA XVIII

    Well done! All of it! You realize of course that CJ is basically a manipulative personality with a good heart? I'm loving it. More please!
  4. Both of these are really good, #752 is really putting some ideas in my head.
  5. Wesley8890

    GMA XVIII

    I've read about that kind of magic scares the hell out of me!
  6. Such a wonderful Easter tale. I enjoyed every moment in it. Thank you for taking me back to a different era.
  7. Puppilull

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    My spirit animal! Though they look a bit different from our Swedish ones.
  8. Parker Owens

    GMA XVIII

    Thanks for lots of things in this chapter. For Michael and Blaine, of course; but more importantly for the steadfast and unflinching care CJ brings to Brad in Alex Minsky. I enjoyed the many other scenes, but these stand out to me.
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  10. Thank you. I'm happy you enjoyed Changes. I appreciate you taking the time to read them both. I hope you enjoy anything else you choose to read. Thanks again.
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  12. chris191070

    Alo Chapter 25

    Awesome chapter.
  13. quokka

    Alo Chapter 25

    Driving towards the station airstrip, I turned onto the track leading to it, and continued past, on a small rarely used track, until we came out onto the main station track heading north. “Very sneaky” Greg commented, and as we approached the junction that leads to Wedding Hill, Stephen’s Surf Break and Elle’s Beaches, we stopped just past the junction on the right-hand tack. We put in 4 steel posts, with three levels of reflector tape and one of the signs, before continuing on north, bending right at the junction to Maggie’s beach, I stopped a few metres past the junction and climbed out to survey the damage, before continuing on to the next paddock gate, just east of Pelican Point. From the gate, we were on a large rise, with a clear view of all the burnt land to the west and south. “Put a No Entry sign, north facing on this gate, and some reflector tape, as we will lock this gate, so no one comes any further south of here” I said to Greg. Once we had done this, passed through the gate and locked it, I drove down the north side of the fence line towards the coast, where the fire had stopped just a few hundred metres short of the fence. Where the fence stops, just 200 metres short of the water, we stopped, and began putting up steel posts every two metres, all the way down to the low tide mark, and we strung reflector tape at three levels between the posts, and placed a No Entry sign on one post, just 5 metres up from the high tide mark. Returning to the main track, we continued north, till we came to a side track on the left, which we followed, till we reached the beach again, just down from Sandy Point, where there are clear tracks that follow close to the water, heading further south, and we set up four more steel posts across this track along with reflector tape and just below a junction on another track, we did the same thing. “We will have to patrol this area closely over Easter, I don’t anyone camping south of these posts we have just put up” I said to Greg, and once that was done we headed back to the main track again, and set up some more posts and tape across the track, before continuing north to 14-mile camping area, where I was pleased to see Chris and Anne, getting settled in, back at their camp site. “We have locked the gate just up from Pelican point, and posted a no entry sign there, as the fire burnt land can be seen just south of that fence line, we have also put up a whole lot of steel posts and reflector tape across tracks just below Sandy Point, and on the main track, just south of Sandy Point. I just said to Greg just now, that we will need to keep a close eye on that area, to make sure no one camps south of those marker posts, and that everyone is camping on the east side of the tracks. Campers will also want to camp on the beach here at 14-Mile, which is no longer permitted, no matter who they are. I don’t want anyone going up the Maud’s Landing track, and we will put ups so posts and reflector tape across it shortly, and with the other track just a bit closer to the coast, we will put up a barrier, just 50 metres before it links up to the Maud’s landing track, which is about 680 metres up, this will give everyone plenty of space. I think we might put some single posts up with tape wrapped around the top of them, to make additional camping sites, come with us please Chris, and we can work out where they will be, so you know too” I said, and we went to the Maud’s Landing junction, and put up some posts to block off that track, before coming back and going up the other track. Over the next half an hour we had blocked off the north end of the track, and marked out an additional 14 camping sites, which we named A to N, with each site being 40 metres apart, like the others have. Back at Chris and Anne’s camp, Anne served some cool drinks and a light lunch for us, and we sat down in the gazebo to relax. “Can you come down to the office tomorrow morning please, and I will give you a stack of station mud maps, which I will adjust with the restricted fire area clearly marked, plus I will give you $50 worth of change in small notes and coins for those campers who don’t have the right change, and some new portable toilets and shelters, that should be arriving tomorrow” I said to Chris and Anne. After a short meal break, we thanked Anne for lunch, before Greg and I set off again, this time heading 5 kms east, till we reached the main gravel station road, and turned south for 20 kms, till we reached the main station access road, and turned West for the homestead, 8 kms away, which is 10 kms longer than going along the coastal station track. Once back at my office, I checked the computer for any emails, and at the bottom of the page and advertisement popped up, I was about to close it when I saw that it said Nerren-Nerren & Meadow Stations for sale, so I clicked on the link to find out more. When I discovered that the first of two adjoining stations, is just 145kms north of Northampton, I began to take a lot more interest in the two stations for sale. While Nerren-Nerren Station Homestead was just a few hundred metres off the highway 94 kms north of Galena Farm in Adjara, the Meadow Station homestead was just under 5 kms east of the highway, and just 55 kms north of Nerren-Nerren Homestead. I was now glad that I had signed only a one-year lease on the family farm, and knowing that I only had one-month left on the lease at Galena Farm, ideas started to build in my mind, and I smiled, before picking up the phone and calling the number for the accountant in Carnarvon. After a twenty-minute discussion on my idea to buy Nerren-Nerren and Meadow Stations, the accountant informed me that it was a good idea, and to leave it to him to put a proposal together. After the end of that call, I sat in my chair with a big grin on my face. “Someone is a happy man” Sue said as she walked in and brought me out of my daydream, and I began to chuckle. ”Oh it’s nothing, and I can’t say anything about it at the moment” I commented, as a ding from the computer, indicated a new email, and I frowned, when I saw who it was from, and I clicked on it to open it. “Department of Parks & Wildlife, Headquarters, Perth. Dear Mr Templeton, Sorry for the late notice, it has been decided to have to P&W rangers in the area during the Easter long weekend, and we ask if you can accommodate them from during this period. They will brief you on their arrival later this evening”. “What is the huge frown for?” Sue asked me. ”We are hosting two Parks and Wildlife Rangers over the long weekend, can you ask Troy and Rebecca to prepare two rooms at the backpackers for them please” I replied. “Not a problem, but I need to warn you that with them included, we only have two rooms left at the backpacker” Sue replied. “Well, I didn’t expect that, but it is good for business” I responded, smiling. At 8am, the next morning, I heard a vehicle approaching, then another, and I dashed outside to see both Colorado’s leading a convoy of three trucks and carrying the new buildings, and a crane. “Morning boss, look what we found parked out at our front gate” Dave said with a big grin, and I just laughed. “The main house for Dave and Sue is to go on the slab of the original homestead, and have it so the front is facing the sheds please, the other one, I have not decided, as that will be my home away from home” I said to Dave and Matt, who had just climbed out of his Colorado. “What about onto of Wedding Hill” Matt suggested. “For one thing the truck wouldn’t even get up there, as it is too sandy, and the other is that the fire burnt area is off limits to everyone, including station staff, actually, I think where the old backpackers use to be, so I am still reasonably close by, and the slab is still there” I replied. “Right, I will go and sort out my new home, and Matt you can organise the boss’s new dig” Dave said, and he went and spoke to the crane and two truck drivers, and by lunch time, the new main house was in place and connected up to power and plumbing. After Lunch, the crane unloaded a dozen solid steel frames in the shape of a box, that is 1 metre in diameter, and I was not sure what they were for, as I went down to watch the installation of my new home, with Dave and Matt now coordinating it together. “By the way guys, we will have a station mechanic starting work on Wednesday next week, his name is Jack Langley” I announced. “I know Jack, I went to boarding school with him in the city, a really nice chap, lost his wife a few years back, and he has a son – Brody, who would be… about 16 now, I’m actually Brodie’s godfather” Dave said. “Well that is good to hear, I will have Matt and Greg move into the apartment permanently, and Jack and Brody, can have the staff cabin, down where the cabin use to be” I responded, happy to get a good reference from Dave. “Sounds good to me boss” Matt said to me, smiling. “That’s good, as you will need to handle any after-hours phone calls” I said, and Matt groaned, which made Dave and I laugh. “What’s so funny?” Greg asked when he walked up to us, to watch all the activity. “You know, I think I know what those steel things are, they are feet, to raise my house off the ground” I said. “That is exactly right, Mr Templeton” the crane operator responded. Once the feet were put in the right place and secured to the concrete slab, the house was lifted into place, with the front facing West, and it was secured to the solid steel feet, before the steel stairs that are 3 metres wide, where locked into place. An hour later all the power and plumbing were connected, and I now had an operational new home, with solar power, and while this was happening, the lads and Dave were unloading the two Colorado’s and trailers, from everything that was purchase, except the tank, and I asked them to install the Fire Water tank at the airfield first, so it is up and ready, in case of another fire. Once this was done, the small tank was installed at the new main house, so it has a plentiful supply of fresh water, with a temporary small desalination plant, working 18 hours a day, to keep up with the demand. By now it was getting late in the afternoon, and I suggested leaving the tank and kayaks for the Backpackers till tomorrow, but Dave and the lads insisted on getting it done today. The portable toilets and chemicals were stored away until half of them would be taken up to 14-mile, and the rest would remain at the visitor’s centre. As it wa getting dark, I was in my office doing paper work, when there was a knock on the door to the visitor centre, and I thought about ignoring it, then decided to go and see who it is, and I found two P&W rangers standing outside. “Mr Templeton, we are very impressed at what we have seen, as we came up the track from Gnaraloo Station, especially with the repositioning of camping sites to only on the east side of the access track” one of the rangers said, who appeared to be a highly ranked P & W officer, as he had two pips on his shoulder. “Thank you gentlemen, unlike the previous owners, I wish to work closely with Parks & Wildlife and the traditional owners of this land, and with concern to the Ningaloo reef, I decided to enforce more restrictions” I responded, and this is when I noticed that they were actually Marine Park Rangers, as I let them inside and locked the door behind them, before leading them to the conference room. My name is Tony Ellington, and I am the district Superintendent based in Exmouth, and this is Marine Park Ranger Scott York, who is based in Carnarvon. Tomorrow we will have one of my Marine Park lads from Exmouth travelling down and will be based in Coral Bay for the long weekend” the senior of the two men said. “Nice to meet you both” I replied, as I indicated for them to sit. “As per directions from Headquarters in Perth, we have a number of signs to put up, to try and reduce the amount of vehicle on the beaches on this section of the coastline, on the way up we found three spots between the Lagoon and Black Moon Cliff, where we have erected signs up, prohibiting any vehicle access to the beach” Tony Ellington said to me. “Well sir, that is good news, although it will be hard to police on a busy long weekend like this, which is one of our biggest” I commented. “That is why myself and two Marine Park rangers will be patrolling the station the whole weekend, and any infringements will receive an immediate fine” Tony said to me. “You can add a 6 month ban from entering the property, onto that infringement, I already have 24 people on a list of banned persons, from that wild party that was held here, and one person for putting me into hospital for assaulting me” I said. “Very well we will do that for you” Scott said as he took some notes in his pad. As you may be aware, we had a fire arson attack on the station, and it has burnt a heck of a lot of coastal land, from here to as far as Pelican Point, and we have already put out signs and steel posts to block access to that area, and all staff have been told to keep out of it too. The gate on the access track at Pelican Point is padlocked and tracks south of Sandy point have also been blocked off, to prevent visitors from getting near the burnt fire region” I stated. “Well, it sounds like that you have everything organised, we have already checked into our accommodation at the hostel, which is very impressive too, so we will no doubt, see you around during the weekend” Tony said as he and Scott stood up an shook my hand, before leaving. After closing the centre, I checked in with the lads, before heading over to my new house, and after a light meal, I cleaned up and went to bed early. The next morning, at sunrise, I was up early and after a light breakfast, Angus and I walked to the administration centre, leaving my car parked under the shade of a tree, with the windows open a little to keep it from getting too hot inside. Once in the office, I quickly made up a list of all the station staff, and printed out three copies, before jumping into the buggy, I headed south towards the hostel, and on hearing my approach, Troy and Rebecca came out to greet me.
  14. This looks like a hard read. That is not a bad thing at all. Hard work, good fruit. Interested in seeing what comes next.
  15. Tonyr

    Chapter 21

    I was missing the whole bunch!
  16. drpaladin

    Chapter 17

    The big problems i have with Sam's present are it's parked outside his apartment, his fingerprints are on the back door handle and tarp, and he didn't report it when he found it. He's likely his father's heir and there are probably other who know they weren't on the best of terms. These could present some issues for him. Other than this concern, Sam may find a bit more peace. Desmond and Gabriel make a good pair. Gabriel might be the only mate Desmond could choose who isn't helpless enough to worry about and will never be repulsed by his work.. And the sex is epic.
  17. chris191070

    Chapter 21

    Awesome chapter. I’m glad Bryan and Phil are getting the help they deserve. Karen will enjoy mothering two more boys.
  18. This was a pleasant surprise. It was the first time I've read any of your stories; and I got to read Changes and Changes Again in succession, without any waiting time in-between. It was a lovely story and beautifully written. I'm looking foward to reading the rest of your stories. Thank you very much for sharing your talent with us. All the best to you!
  19. Tshikapa, Democratic Republic of the Congo
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