Two days running that I have visited the tower, and today looked like the best day yet. Clear blue skies and only a slight breeze. My family came with me today, including my seven year old brother Finn who moaned the whole way. It normally takes me about an hour to get to the summit, but today it took us nearly two hours.
We found a blue football on the way which kept us entertained and we kicked it up to How Hill Road. I promised Finn that we could have a competition to 'find the most treasure' once we got to the hill.
I don't like sharing my tower with people. It loses part of its magic every time someone else finds out about it. It's my secret place and it feels less safe the more people know. I knew my family, these little magpies, would love it though. It's right up their street.
Howard, you seem different today. You seem much farther away than you usually are. You seem distant somehow. Don't be shy now, How. These are my people. They won't hurt you.
Your hills are much steeper today and you won't let me up. Don't worry, Howard, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Look at this weather, so gorgeous! It suits you, How.
Why is there still a cross on the top? This is the remains of the house, not the Chapel. This building had nothing to do with religion - was this just reused from the old Chapel?
What a view. Which direction is Boroughbridge from here? How far would it be to throw the Devil's Arrows from here? I am so bad at Geography.
I added a paper flower to the lock on the outbuildings and cleared away some more beer cans. Maybe it's better to not be able to get in, to keep the mystery alive. It might not live up to my expectations. My family have been making jokes about this being my house, where I will live one day.
"TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF AT THE DOOR." "Welcome to my humble abode."
Why are there so many skeletons inside the outbuildings? I think this one is was a rabbit.
I found at least four complete skeletons of that size and some scattered smaller bones too. So animals just come in here to die? They could easily get out of the gate. Weird.
I love treasure collecting. My dad got really into it and was scavenging for ages. We found even more pottery and some glass bottles (medicine?). My dad reckons the shards of glass date to the late 1800s and my mum commented on how Victorians would go on picnics and leave their dirty plates there (the litterbugs of their time).
I AM SO TIRED.
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