Trogg's

 TROGGS

Introduction

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  When  we assume  when something appear to be repulsive in the view in the view of the masses,  it just might have an inner beauty than most prescribed astatically pleasing people. Who when  you scratch the surface have an ugly side.

They have long said that beauty is only skin deep but so can something  that is seen to be a monster.  Look beneath and a loving heart can be found in the beastly appearances.

This is the tale of a girl who lost her world by the ugliness of people. Sent to a place she didn’t know with unfamiliar  people to find a calmness and a beaty beneath.

Come on this journey of discovery and explore every crevis and crag to look beyond the surface of what you might expect to find,  Amongst the hills and dales of a village in the Lake District. Unbeknown to the thousands of ramblers and Wordsworth poetry  as a magical as Beatrix Potter’s fantastical creatures with the same endearing quality that kindness, love and caring can be found in the most unlikely of places 

So put on your hardhat and mind your head as we Journey to beyond the back of the cave to the cavern of wonder 

A little girl sits in the back seat of a car  staring out of the window at the rain. The noise of the windscreen wipers swishing left to right and the wash of water on the road. A distraction as she travels to her grandmother in the hills of Coniston.  Such an idyllic landscape  with the rolling hills and lake filled valleys.  Houses blend against the slate mountains, from which they are made.

She travels from the busy motorways and bypasses through the winding roads and the humpback bridges, past the village  churches and quaint shops. After hours of sitting with own thoughts the rain breaks revealing a rainbow over the mountain tops , as they start ascending up a narrow lane disappearing behind the terrace of the main village past fields with horses  galloping off in the rain , happy and carefree further on they go over cattle grids and stone walls, lead the way, past people walking  with there sticks and backpackers.

When the silence  was broken the tense atmosphere from the front of the car “saying” were nearly there Jess,   can you see your granny's house ?  pointing at a little cottage at the crest of a brow, with smoke whispering from its chimney.  Jess focuses  her gaze on the little house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by sheep roaming free  traversing the hillside in search of  fresh grazing pastures with their  Diante hooves  they avoid sliding on the loose slate littering the place from  the remanence of human activity  long since  ceased.

As Jess visually explores the landscape  their journey ends at the end of a muddy track. Standing in the doorway of the cottage was a long grey haired lady ready to greet Jess “argh my sweet sweet Jessica how you have grown”. Jess was struggling to remember the sweet lady, she knew that it was her grandmother  she remembered pictures from her mothers  photo’s but she was just a baby when she last had contact with her, as they lived far away from the green countryside and was more used to the  of the cityscape south bank,   back when her life hadn’t been turned upside down.

Wrenched from her normality in her parents' Georgian town house with its sandstone facade, with  white slatted shutters and black iron railings and a big red painted door. Opening into its checked tile floored lobby with its high ceilings and maze of rooms branched off it.  With an oak staircase spiralling up two floors.  Jess’s old bedroom was a pink princess palace with unicorn and cushions  with a painted hardwood floor.  Protected by fluffy rugs leading to her ornate iron framed bed, covered with stuffed animals  and an eiderdown cover with pretty roses on the spread.

Now she was facing a damp, cold cottage. On first  impressions, the adults who drove Jess to live with her grandma were social workers.  “Thanks for doing this' ' they said as they approached the cottage gate.  Jess had briefly stayed in a children’s home after losing her parents who were decapitated when they were mowed down by a drunk driver after an evening out on their anniversary coming back from a restaurant. while Jess was being minded by a neighbour, a family friend. When she was told her parents were gone she was playing card games and just being a carefree child, when the police knocked on the door,