K.L.Caley’s # writephoto: Tower.

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Here we are part two of the catch up on Morgarna and co!

For visually challenged writersthe fourth image shows a red tractor busy in the field.

For visually challenged writersthe fifth image shows a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses.

Farming – Image by KL Caley.

The sun was shining when Morgarna landed outside the cottage with a red door on the terraced street .
On the wall outside there was a plaque that read Castle Cottage… Hum? thought Morgarna, interesting name…I don’t see a castle. As she was standing contemplating what to do and why she was there she got a call from Merlin on the C.O.T.A.S. phone. “Hey Merls yes I am back not sure where or why but yes I’m home. That Leonardo is definitely not improving with age ….what, yes I have made sure he’s not smuggled any rogue technology back with him this time.
Yes babes , definitely I made double sure he had nothing secreted about him!” She ended with a wicked grin across her face.
Standing in the new lab Merlin smiled “Excellent we could do without having to clear up his mess every five minutes! Now let me guess, you are are standing outside a cottage with a red door and a blur plaque? “
“Yup Merls I am that, so what’s the problem?”
“It appears that there is one last rupture left in the continuium this one is not a dimension problem just a time error , should be a doddle for you to fix then you can come home, Gail’s been asking when you’re due back.”
“Okay Merls I see what’s what, give my love to Gail, by Merls someone is watching me. “


A young woman looked out of the door. She looked really scared and something about her suggested she was just not understanding what she was seeing. Morgarna was definitely getting the vibes of someone out of their time.
Putting the C.O.T.A.S. back in her bag Morgarna smiled and waved to her.
“Hi she said any chance I can come in? “
“Well certainly” said the young woman dressed like a farm labourer and sounding like someone out of a 1950s film .
Morgana followed her in The interior of the house was as neat and tidy as the outside. It was however rather dated …1940s she would have said if asked .
Following the woman into the kitchen she could not stop herself from smiling and saying “Wow this is very retro, very chic indeed”
“Chic? Retro? What do you mean?” Asked the woman who though still looking uneasy was a little afronted by Morgarna’s tone”
Note to self thought Morgarna let’s rein it in a tad this lady is not of this place.
Taking out her cigarettes Morgarna offered the woman one. ” Have a cigarette “
“My name is Joyce , would you like a cuppa…er…”
“Morgarna, I’m Morgarna and yes I’d love a cuppa in fact …have you got any biscuits I am starving “
“Morgarna that’s an unusual name are you American?”
“Me?” laughed Morgarna I am too old for that no I am not American. “
“Well you’re dressed very oddly, oddly enough to be one!” Joyce said folding her arms and looking at Morgarna.


The kettle started whistling making Morgarna jump. Joyce made the tea and they both sat at the kitchen table and drank it as they smoked their cigarettes.
“Are you sure you are not American?” Joyce asked again, “these cigarettes don’t look familiar.”
“Honestly, I am probably more English than you are young lady”
Joyce’s eyes flashed , “Don’t you young lady me ,you are not much older than I am”
Morgana looked out the back window and saw rolling farm land and in the distance a red tractor working in the fields. Thinking on her feet and crossing her fingers behind her back Morgarna took a leap of faith and asked Joyce. ” How long have you been a landgirl on this farm , and how long has there been a problem outside the front door. “
Looking a little taken aback Joyce replied, ” How do you know I am a landgirl? I have been here two months now.”
“Are there other girls here?” Morgarna asked.
“Yes there’s six of us here and we all have beds in the out houses it’s quite fun really!”
Morgarna suggested they go outside and meet the others and Joyce readily agreed… “But she added we need to go out the backdoor there’s something really wrong about the front….”


As they stepped into the yard, Morgarna could see it was a typical farmyard.
“What do you mean there’s a problem out the front?”asked Morgarna. Though in truth she could easily she the problem.
“Come on you’ll see what I mean,” Joyce called over shoulder as she led the way along the of the house. Immediately she could tell something was amiss . Not only was there nothing of the urban scene she had arrived at! The first thing she noticed was that the neighbouring houses had simply disappeared and the back of the little house was actually the back of a huge farm house!
Morgarna was just getting her head around what was happening when she heard voices from the cow shed …
“Joyce is lunch ready yet we are hungry. “
“Oh! Gosh!” Whispered Joyce “I was supposed to be getting lunch when everything went haywire and half the house went bang and I saw you outside in the street….that strange street that just isn’t there. ” Joyce looked like she was going to cry..
“What am I to do they will be really angry if lunch is not ready”
“What were you supposed to be doing for lunch… Tell me I will sort it, do they come in or do you take lunch out?”
“Soup and cheese and pickle sandwiches and they will expect to come in to have a break!” Joyce looked so worried that Morgarna hugged and said go and get the girls and by the time you get back here with them I will have lunch on the table…What about the farmer and his family?”
“They are at the Market today .” Joyce looked confused and worried…. How can you produce lunch in seconds ” Morgarna silenced her and said, ” go and get the others and you can all have lunch.” Joyce went to say more, but Morgarna pushed her towards the barn and said…”trust me! As soon as Joyce was out of sight she waved a hand stopping time, then walked into the kitchen and made a mountain of door step cheese and pickle sandwiches, the veg soup well? Let’s throw a viel over that in case Merlin is reading this….. suffice to say when the girls came back into the kitchen they were delighted to see a mountain of food on the table… including thick hot vegetable soup.One of the girls, a big eyed blonde with a cockney accent said, “Cricky Joyce you’ve excelled yourself this time , look girls she finally got the idea of decent sandwiches. ” They all laughed and slapped a smiling Joyce on the back. As they all say down they looked at Morgarna, “who are you” asked a mousey girl with glasses and a lovely smile.”Hi, I am Morgarna and I am from the American base up the road , I am distantly related to Joyce and when I heard she was here I popped in to see her! ” Joyce’s eyes widened …she opened her mouth, closed it and smiled at Morgarna, she mouthed Thank You. After lunch all the girls had to return to their jobs… Morgarna took Joyce to one side and said “I enjoyed meeting you all and I have to say you and every landgirl are doing a great job. Stay safe all of you. As Joyce went off to meet the others Morgarna got her time rife sweeper out of her bag and moved it around the whole yard…. She found it after about an hour and sealed it up she checked the house front and back and it was really and truly in the 1940s the land and time line was safe and as she looked across the fields she saw all the girls riding the tractor she waved and they waved back. The Anomaly appeared as she jumped she wiped all their memories of her visit and Joyce’s of the split in time!

K.L.Caley’s Cottage.

Morgarna landed back outside of the the cottage with the red door…. With a loud tut she fished her mobile out of her bag and rang Merlin. “I am back at the house again Merls I want a bath and a special meal I am tired!!”
“Babes trust me knock at the red door believe me you won’t regret it? Ask for Joyce, I’ll meet you after the next jump in the Beema”
With that he hung up!


Well there was nothing for it Morgarna walk up to the door of castle cottage and knocked. After a few minutes the door was opened by a familiar looking woman.
“Hello can I help you’ she asked with a smile.
“Hello I’m here to see Joyce, my name is Morgarna.”
“What, did you say Morgarna.. Mum has been telling us all week that you were coming….to be honest we thought you were a figment of her imagination… Really you’re really too young to have been a friend of her’s from the war.”
Morgarna smiled and waved a hand behind her back and whispered in Joyce’s daughter’s ear… “No I am not too young and you will think this is all perfectly normal” as she swept round her and into the room.


Sitting in a chair by the fire was a nintey six year old Joyce beaming at her. “Morgarna you came how lovely I am so pleased to see you….I know you made us all forget you but last week my memories of you returned and, I knew you come .”
Morgarna was delighted to see Joyce had survived the war . She sat down with Joyce and her daughter came in carrying a tray of doorstep cheese and pickle sandwiches and a pot of tea.
“Mum told me you needed cheese and pickle doorsteps and tea… She said not to attempt the soup as that was your magic…. whatever that means! “
Joyce’s daughter Diane left laughing and Morgarna and Joyce set in for a long catch up.
Eventually Morgarna left and so happy to hear all about Joyce , the other land girls, Joyce’s family and why they lived in Castle Cottage.


As Morgarna left late that evening the Anomaly was waiting for her and she jumped.
As she landed she saw , a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses. Then to her delight standing by a BMW waving like mad was Gail and Merlin….shouting “it’s your round!”

Tower – Image by KL Caley

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