Me and uncle Jack were getting ourselves ready to fight her. We donned our gear. The reassuring slam of the front door, after all an Englishmans home is his castle. We trudged on down to the woods battling through the rain natures tears from all the years. Up ahead the woods loomed, dark and foreboding a tangle of wood and earth. We climbed over the ditch and found the overgrown path, years of neglect and decay. Amongst the nettles and brambles a tweed cap was nestled amongst these foul plants a bloodstain within the silk lining. My uncle broke down at this point this was no longer, a adventure this was personal and dangerous for the first time since I knew him the cloud behind his eyes lifted like curtains on a stage. We follwed the tangle of branches which were like jacks life up.until now. He went on forward with a new energy and i.followed through the mud.
