Door

We were awakened only twice last night—once by three blokes who, on seeing the eerie glow from the porch of the otherwise dead and dark church, stopped their car and crept nervously through the churchyard to investigate.

They saw the tape recorder and asked if we’d heard anything. The second time was around 3.30 in the morning—a ‘clunk’ on the inside of the church door that woke both of us up. Lee whispered to me, asking if I’d heard it.

Unfortunately, I had.

I can’t say what it was, and at the time I didn’t dare speculate. The rest of the night passed off without incident. We were awakened at 7.30 by the arrival of Mrs. Proudfoot who unlocked the door as usual, but we fell asleep again and slept on till 10.30.

We finally packed up our things and struggled back to Sudbury with heavy bags in sticky heat. We waited for a non-existent London bus at 1.30 before catching a coach to Colchester and from there on to Waterloo, and finally to Watermouth.

I slept like a log when we got back.