K.L.Caley’s : #WRITEPHOTO – Restoration.

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Last week we left Morgarna and Gail in a rather tight spot trying to deal with a giant chess set processed by a polagiest we need to get back and see what’s happening!

Restoration – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a large home with pay windows and pillared doorways but it’s all fallen into a dilapidated state.

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Well after a few days sorting out some naughty monks and hapless nuns, Morgana arrived back in the present and was met by a contrite Merlin who had rather dumped the last job on her! This week finds them back in the here and now and after a fun weekend at Glastonbury they are contemplating buying an old house ….. But why?

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Monday afternoon Merlin and Morgarna arrived back after having had a ball at Glastonbury… Morgarna was admittedly a tad more worse for wear than Merlin but he always held back a tad!
They were just approaching the building where their lab and flat is when Merlin took a slight detour and parked outside a large house with bay windows and pillared doorways but sadly in a dilapidated state..
Morgarna who had been snoozing looked up and said…”Why are we here Merls this place always looks so depressing”

Restoration – Image by KL Caley.

“Yes Hun it does ” Merlin replied “but it’s go so much potential, it’s so large and the rooms are so unusual there is loads of land with it and at the moment it’s going for a song” shifting in his seat he smiled at Morgarna and then continued ” the lab and flat are fine but a tad cramped and this ‘Pile’ could be just perfect. We’d do the inside up and make everything safe and sound I think it could be an absolute boon”

Morgarna was awake now and taking an interest, lighting a cigarette she opened the car door and stepped out. “Can we have a look round” she asked… “Yup I have got the keys as it goes” Merlin smiled. ” Who needs keys?” called Morgarna as she walked through the nearest window . Merlin tutted as he fiddled with the keys opening the front door, before he entered he scanned the street to make sure no one had seen Morgarna’s vanishing trick.


Morgarna was immediately taken with the space, the number of rooms, the cellar, the attic , looking at the boarded windows she could see it would be a beautifully light place
“So much potential” she shouted to Merlin , who immediately agreed . “It will be perfect for Morgause when she is well enough to visit ” Morgarna continued. Hearing footsteps behind her she turned to great Merlin but it was not Merlin.
It was a woman, definitely Edwardian, Morgarna thought. The woman was deathly pale but she still had a light in her eyes. She smiled at Morgarna and introduced herself, “Hello Morgarna I have heard all about you from Merlin, I am Lady Esther Cavenah”
“Well hello Esther, can I call you Esther? “, Esther nodded. Morgarna continued, “How long have you been trapped here and are you alone?” Esther drew in breath and said ” there are four of us and we have been here for two hundred years. We have been fine while the house was occupied and even empty but now it’s up for sale and we fear whoever might buy our home, especially if they intend to demolish it.”
“Well we have no intentions of demolishing this place” said Merlin as he joined the ladies in the hall. Morgarna and Esther turned to look at him, “Will you and your housemates be staying or would you like to leave, I mean either way it’s fine with us” Merlin ended on a smile which annoyed Morgarna. “Will you stop saying we , you’ve not consulted me on anything at all as per bloody usual” Morgarna lit another cigarette and then turned to Esther and added “As it stands even though I had no idea about this “project” of Merlin’s I am in full agreement to you and the others doing your own thing.”
Esther smiled at them both and said, “Well as it stands none of us seem able to leave we were hoping you’d let us stay until we can sort out what ever it is that is holding us here. We’d be very grateful”
Morgarna asked Esther if they could leave the house at all, “I can’t but Gail can go in the garden and Tom and James can go anywhere they like in the area. But none of us seem to be able cross. Often we see the door and it’s open but however hard we try we cannot cross.”
“Ah! That’s very odd isn’t it but I am sure we can help, has Merlin told you we are time travelling immortals” Morgarna asked, Esther nodded.
Just then a young woman came up the stairs. “Hi I’m Gail, you must be Morgarna and Merlin, it’s really fab to meet Immortals” she said winking a heavily black lined eye looking more like *Twiggy than Twiggy, in her green mini dress and white knee length P.V.C. boots and heavy make up.
“You’ve just missed Tom and James they have gone out , I don’t know why they bother they can’t do much while they are out there” Gail said pouting.
“Well” said Morgarna “can you guys eat and drink? ” Esther and Gail nodded, and Esther added while we are in here we can”
“Right” said Morgarna “fetch us a couple of bottles of wine Merls I spotted some nice ones in the cellar. Do either of you smoke ladies? “
Merlin fetched the wine and broke his no magic rule and conjured up some glasses and Morgarna ordered in a Chinese using her mobile. The four of them sat in the old kitchen discussed their next moves.

*Twiggy : Dame Lesley Lawson DBE (née Hornby; born 19 September 1949) is an English model, actress, and singer, widely known by the nickname Twiggy. She was a British cultural icon and a prominent teenaged model during the swinging ’60s in London. More information here.

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