Quote from: Chris in Prague on August 01, 2024, 01:53:00 PMYes, I've more than halved my workload and removed a lot of stress. Less money for buying locos., though.

Ahbut - more time to enjoy the locos you have got. 

As Eli perched beside Giles at the front of the sleigh, her keen artist's eyes absorbed every detail of their surroundings. Turning to him, she felt a rush of respect and wonder, as if she were seeing him for the first time. His face was a canvas, each line telling a story of battles fought and triumphs over adversity. The fine lines radiating from his icy blue eyes spoke of hard-earned wisdom, hinting at depths she longed to explore.

Her gaze lingered on the scar that marked Giles' left cheek, a silent testament to secrets buried deep within. Far from diminishing his appeal, it enhanced it, adding to the mystery that surrounded him. His handsome features seemed carved by a master sculptor, perfectly matched by a physique that spoke of strict self-discipline and resilience.

Eli was captivated by the striking contrast between Giles' dark hair, meticulously arranged to defy the wildness of their midnight ride, and his sharp blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing. His gaze cut through the night as sharply as the winter wind whipping past them, reflecting a confidence that both reassured and thrilled her as he expertly steered the sleigh through the pristine landscape. In that moment, he embodied strength and determination, and all she could see was him.

With the reins firmly in his right hand, Giles commanded the sleigh with an ease that belied the skill required to navigate the snowy terrain. It was as if he were conducting an orchestra, the jingling bells of the horses creating a magical soundtrack to their ride. Eli felt her heart race, mesmerised by how he transitioned from a life of covert missions to this serene joyride beneath the starlit sky.

As his sharp blue eyes scanned the landscape with a mix of focus and ease, Eli admired the strength in his posture, the way he seemed to embody both power and grace. The thought of his past as a member of the special services added layers to his character, making him not only intriguing but utterly captivating—and perhaps a little frightening.

In that moment, she realised it was far more than just his unexpected skill at handling the sleigh; it was the depth of his experiences that drew her in, igniting a spark of admiration that made her feel exhilarated and vulnerable. The wind whipped past them, carrying the crisp scent of pine and snow, and she leaned closer, wanting to absorb every detail of this extraordinary man beside her.

As the sleigh carved its path through the pristine snow, a rush of emotion nearly took her breath away. Her heart swelled with a warmth that defied the winter chill, appreciating not just Giles' physical presence but the strength forged through his experiences.

In this tranquil moment, surrounded by the hushed beauty of winter, Eli felt a deep connection with Giles that transcended the physical. It was as if their souls were engaged in a timeless dance, two parts of a whole finally finding each other under the vast, star-studded sky. The line between the cold outside and the warmth of her feelings faded, suspending Eli in a moment as brief and beautiful as a snowflake landing on her eyelashes.

Quote from: dannyboy on August 01, 2024, 02:03:57 PM

Quote from: Chris in Prague on August 01, 2024, 01:53:00 PMYes, I've more than halved my workload and removed a lot of stress. Less money for buying locos., though.

Ahbut - more time to enjoy the locos you have got. 

Very true and I have already stockpiled all the scenic materials I will need.

Look forward to scenery work and developments

Quote from: crewearpley40 on August 02, 2024, 08:23:56 AMLook forward to scenery work and developments

Thanks, Chris. I plan to resume work on Cant Cove, next month.

Beneath the pale winter moon, the world sparkled like a celestial diamond, its light dancing over the untouched snow. Eli and Giles' laughter rang out, a joyful melody that played against the quiet murmurs of the night. They dashed through the enchanting winter landscape, wrapped in a delicate shroud of starlight and frost, their hearts beating with the electric thrill of the moment.

The speeding sleigh's runners etched twin paths on the snowy canvas. Eli nestled closer to Giles, appreciating his warmth. The scent of pine and woodsmoke clung to him, a comforting reminder of the man beneath the soldier's exterior.

"It's magical", Eli breathed, her words crystallising in the frigid air.

Giles turned, his pale blue eyes reflecting moonlight and something deeper. "It is", he agreed softly, his gaze never leaving her face. "Though not as magical as the company."

Eli's heart skipped a beat at his words, so unlike his usual reserved manner.

As they left the pine plantation behind and entered the forest trail, the world hushed. Snow-laden branches created a canopy overhead, muffling sounds until only the sleigh's gentle swish and the horses' steady breathing remained. Eli's gloved fingers found Giles's, intertwining naturally.

In the silence, Giles studied Eli's profile – her auburn hair catching torchlight, dancing with flecks of gold and copper. Her blue eyes, wide with wonder, seemed to hold galaxies. He marvelled at how her joy transformed the landscape, making it extraordinary through her artist's gaze.

Yet, a familiar tension coiled within him. The habit of constant vigilance warred with his desire to lose himself in this moment. Giles took a deep breath, consciously relaxing his shoulders.

"What are you thinking?" Eli asked softly, sensing the shift in him.

Giles hesitated, then decided on openness. "I'm thinking how rare and precious this is. How I wish I could freeze this moment and live in it forever."

Eli squeezed his hand, understanding the weight behind his words. "We can't freeze time, but we can make memories that last."

As they rounded a bend, a clearing opened before them, moonlight spilling across untouched snow like liquid silver. Eli gasped softly, her hand tightening in Giles's.

"Look", she breathed, pointing with her free hand. Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the magic of the moment.

At the edge of the clearing, a family of roe deer stood, alert but unafraid. For a heartbeat that seemed to stretch into eternity, time stood still – the sleigh, its passengers, and the woodland creatures all held in a tableau of winter magic, a living painting framed by starlight and silence.

Then, as silently as they had appeared, the deer melted back into the forest, leaving only their delicate hoof prints as proof of their visit. Eli turned to Giles, her eyes shining with a light that rivalled the stars above.

"Isn't Lady Penelope wonderful for arranging this?" she said, her voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe that seemed to vibrate through the very air around them.

Giles nodded, a warm smile playing on his lips, softening the usual sharp lines of his face. "She does have a knack for creating magical moments", he agreed softly, his words carrying a weight of meaning that went far beyond this single night.

Eli's gaze returned to the winter landscape around them, drinking in every detail to commit it to memory forever. "We must remember to thank her properly when we return", she mused, her words floating on a cloud of visible breath.

Giles felt a warmth bloom in his chest, spreading through his body like a sip of the finest Armagnac. As he watched Eli's profile, illuminated by moonlight and the soft glow of the twin torches, he silently thanked Lady Penelope himself—not just for this moment or this night, but for the opportunity to see the world anew through Eli's artist's eyes—a world of wonder, beauty, and possibilities he had long thought lost to him.

In that instant, surrounded by the silent majesty of the winter forest and warmed by Eli's presence beside him, Giles felt a shift within himself—a realisation that perhaps his life, like this winter night, held more magic and promise than he had dared to believe. As the sleigh continued its journey through the moonlit forest, Giles allowed himself to hope, to dream, and to fall ever deeper into the enchantment of love.

As the sleigh continued its journey, both Eli and Giles knew that this experience would be etched in their memories forever – a perfect snapshot of winter's beauty and the quiet joy of shared adventure, all made possible by Lady Penelope's thoughtful organisation.

The night's serenity shattered like thin ice as a bone-chilling howl sliced through the air. Giles felt the sound reverberate through his chest, his body instinctively stiffening. The peaceful snowscape suddenly seemed sinister, shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the pristine white.

Their host's solemn words echoed in Giles' mind: "The sudden appearance of wolves has raised concerns in the highest places. Thankfully, our excellent groundkeepers and splendid boarhounds have the situation well under control here". The memory of that reassurance now felt like a cruel joke, mocking their current predicament.

Lord Trevelver's unsettling reports flooded Giles' mind—wolves from Willoughby Chase, creatures born of an alternate dimension England where they had traversed a newly constructed "channel tunnel" to migrate from the bitter cold of continental Europe and Russia. He vividly recalled the grave warnings from the government's chief scientific advisor, Susan Foreman's grandfather, about the profound danger they posed to the countryside's inhabitants. These were no ordinary wolves; they were harbingers of an otherworldly peril.

A sudden rustle in the undergrowth sent Giles' senses into overdrive. The wind's whisper morphed into rasping breaths and stealthy movements. His hand slipped beneath his greatcoat, fingers curling around the cold steel of his hidden Browning Hi-Power. The pistol, usually reassuring, felt woefully inadequate against the unseen threat.

Giles' eyes, honed by twelve years in the Royal Marines, including four with the SBS, darted from shadow to shadow. His Commando School training kicked in as he systematically scanned the moonlit clearing, now transformed from enchanting to deadly.

The forest pulsed with malevolent intent, clawing at Giles' senses. Menace hung thick in the air, a predator's growl beneath the wind's whisper. Eli's warmth radiated like the first golden beams of dawn piercing a night's gloom, but Giles ruthlessly suppressed the urge to seek comfort in her embrace.

Muscles tensed, primed for action. His finely-tuned instincts, sharpened by years of relentless training, screamed of lurking peril. The once-tranquil expanse of snow-draped trees now exuded threat.

Giles inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring as he probed the darkness. His grip on the concealed weapon anchored him against rising panic. Eli's presence, normally soothing, now threatened his focus. He forced her from his mind. There was only the hidden danger, his razor-sharp awareness, and their lives hanging in the balance. Distraction meant death. Every nerve taut, Giles steeled himself for whatever might emerge from the shadows.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Castor and Pollux began to stamp nervously, their breath coming in sharp, visible bursts. The jingling of their harness, once merry, now sounded like an alarm, broadcasting their location to whatever stalked the night.

Another twig snapped; the sound sharp as a gunshot in the tense silence. Closer this time. Too close. Giles felt Eli stiffen beside him, her grip on his hand tightening to the point of pain. He wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything would be fine, but the words stuck in his throat, tasting of false hope. Where were those "excellent groundkeepers and splendid boarhounds" now, when they were truly needed?

[As I'll be travelling tomorrow, departing early, there will be a longer than usual wait for the next instalment. Unfortunately, and purely by coincidence, the story has reached a rather tense situation for Eli and Giles!]

Typical storyteller - leave the readers on tenterhooks until the next chapter! 

Castor and Pollux whinnied in panic, rearing slightly, threatening to bolt. Giles gripped the reins tighter, his knuckles white beneath his leather gloves. He could feel Eli trembling beside him, her blue eyes wide with fear rather than wonder now. Then, through the inky darkness between the trees, pinpricks of amber light appeared – wolf eyes, reflecting the torchlight.

Their midnight ride, once steeped in romance, had abruptly shifted. In those critical moments, a single resolve anchored Giles: he would safeguard Eli at all costs. The evening's enchantment had dissolved into a night fraught with dread, their only hope being the desperate plan forming in his quicksilver mind.

"Stay in the sleigh", Giles whispered to Eli, his voice low and steady despite the thunderous pounding of his heart. He felt her fingers grip his arm; her fear palpable in the trembling of her touch.

"Keep close to the second torch", he added, gesturing to the flame flickering at the opposite side of the sleigh. "The light and heat will help keep them at bay, should they circle around."

Eli nodded, her eyes wide with understanding and trust. She shifted slightly, positioning herself near the torch as instructed, its warm glow casting a protective aura around her. The dancing flames reflected in her eyes wide with shock, a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness beyond.

Giles felt a surge of determination course through him. With Eli following his guidance, he could focus on the threat ahead, knowing she had some measure of protection at her back. The torch's light would indeed be a deterrent, but more than that, it was a symbol of hope and resilience against the encroaching otherworldly shadows.

The wolves emerged from the midnight-kissed trees, their pack swelling in number as they approached the sleigh. Giles' body angled subtly, instinctively shielding Eli and the horses even as he heard her sharp intake of breath. These were not ordinary wolves; their otherworldly origin was evident in their massive size and the eerie intelligence gleaming in their eyes, making them unpredictable and all the more dangerous.

With a deep breath that seemed to crystallise in the frigid air, Giles stood up and then launched himself from the sleigh in a fluid motion, the result of years of training. He landed in a defiant stance, torch held high, its light casting his imposing silhouette against the darkness like a hero of old. The wolves hesitated, momentarily thrown by this display of courage, their hackles rising in confusion and aggression.

Giles locked eyes with the alpha, a beast with fur as dark as a starless night. A silent battle of wills ensued; the tension in the air so thick it seemed to crackle like the flames of the torch. The soft growls of the pack and the nervous stamping of the horses created an ominous symphony of impending conflict.

In this frozen moment, Giles was hyperaware of everything – the biting cold air stinging his face, the comforting warmth of the torch in his hand, and most importantly, Eli's presence behind him, seated on the other side of the sleigh. He stood firm, a human bulwark against these menacing interdimensional predators, his resolve hardened by the need to protect what had become most precious to him.

The alpha wolf took a calculated step forward, testing Giles' resolve. In response, Giles let out a thunderous bellow that echoed through the frozen forest, startling even himself with its primal power. The unexpected sound sent the pack retreating a few steps, their ears flattened against their massive skulls.

As the standoff continued, Giles knew their fate hung in the balance. But he also knew that he would not yield, not while Eli depended on him. Whatever came next, he would face it with unwavering determination, armed with the knowledge of these wolves' extraordinary origins and the threat they posed.

Quote from: dannyboy on August 03, 2024, 08:06:03 PMTypical storyteller - leave the readers on tenterhooks until the next chapter! 

Now you have two episodes to catch up with, David! 8-)

Tell me I am not going mad - #503 and #506 are virtually the same ?? 

Quote from: dannyboy on August 05, 2024, 10:05:17 AMTell me I am not going mad - #503 and #506 are virtually the same ?? 

I apologise for any confusion, David. There is no episode #503. The previous three episodes are not the same.

Quote from: Chris in Prague on August 05, 2024, 10:12:37 AM

Quote from: dannyboy on August 05, 2024, 10:05:17 AMTell me I am not going mad - #503 and #506 are virtually the same ?? 

I apologise for any confusion, David. There is no episode #503. The previous three episodes are not the same.

Now I am really confused.

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Last Edit: August 03, 2024, 07:16:19 PM by Chris in Prague
A sudden rustle in the undergrowth sent Giles' senses into overdrive. The wind's whisper morphed into rasping breaths and stealthy movements. His hand slipped beneath his greatcoat, fingers curling around the cold steel of his hidden Browning Hi-Power. The pistol, usually reassuring, felt woefully inadequate against the unseen threat.

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A sudden rustle in the undergrowth sent Giles' senses into overdrive. The wind's whisper morphed into rasping breaths and stealthy movements. His hand slipped beneath his greatcoat, fingers curling around the cold steel of his hidden Browning Hi-Power. The pistol, usually reassuring, felt woefully inadequate against the unseen threat.