The statue 15/15

She got onto her borrowed broom and flew back to the Gate. Then followed by an admiring crowd of witches, she went through to the front of the building to begin the walk back to her own time. For a moment she was tempted to try and borrow a boat, so that she could have a look at the future in her own world, but thought better of it. She’d had enough problems here, goodness only knows what she’d find if she tried that.

She walked across to the broom shed, waved goodbye to the crowd on the lawn behind her and began to walk along the magic, which surrounded the front half of the Home. Although it was hard work, she came out at last and walked across the lawn to get her canoe.

To her horror it had disappeared. She must have gone back in time but once again the question was how far? She went back to the workshop and looked inside. Thank goodness! Robert was there and her canoe was lying on the floor beside one wall.

“Hello miss,” he said, “I didn’t like to see your canoe left out in the rain, so I brought it inside until you got back. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jennifer Jane didn’t mind at all. She was only too pleased just to get into Drawrof and go back to a normal home.

That night at supper, her parents asked her where she’d been for the last few days this time.

“Would you believe I’ve been three hundred years into the future in the alternate world? I’m going to be the greatest Grande Dame who ever lived and have a statue erected to my memory outside the Gate on the castle side. I'm going to live for a hundred and four years and look just like granny!”

“Crikey!” exclaimed her dad. How ever do you put an adventure like that into someone’s biography?”