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CHAPTER TWO
Freddy
His room was on the third floor at the top of the house.
Freddy had reached it by climbing two flight of stairs,
almost as steep as ladders, dragging up his sports bag
that contained everything he possessed.
‘This is your room,’ said Rosie. ‘I left it fairly bare
for you to fill up with your own things. I hope you like
it. Look! You’ve got a view right across the meadows
and the river, and you get the morning sun.’
Freddy made no comment. To him, a city boy, it
seemed alien. He was used to an urban landscape: the
ripples of roofs of housing estates, multi-storey build-
ings and supermarkets. And Meadowsweet House was
so different from the one-bedroomed flat he and his
mother had lived in.
‘I’ll leave you to unpack,’ Rosie said. ‘Supper will
be in half an hour. I expect you’re hungry.’
Freddy wasn’t hungry. He felt sick.
Rosie was somehow related to him. He knew she’d
made a hobby of tracing back her family roots and had
come across him and his mother. First Rosie had written
a letter, but because his mother had slid into one of her
depressions she hadn’t answered it and, soon after,
Freddy got taken into care again while his mother was
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Over the next few days Freddy tried to settle in, but
other small things kept happening which caused Rosie
or Doug to ‘have words’ with him. ‘Freddy, dear, do
make sure you turn the taps off properly after you’ve
washed. I’ve found them running two days in a row.
Mustn’t waste water, you know.’
Though Freddy was sure he hadn’t left the taps
running, he didn’t argue.
‘And try not to unravel so much toilet paper. I found
it trailing across the floor. Be a bit more careful, yes?’
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the village. The other road ran along the far side of the
meadow. He paused, unsure what he wanted to do.
That’s when he saw the gate. It was set deep into a
grassy bank; a tall iron-wrought gate almost completely
hidden by ivy and weeds. Beyond it there was just the
semblance of a path going steeply up through trees
entwined with creepers and foliage. It looked mysterious
and exciting. Freddy pushed the gate, and it opened, just
sufficiently for him to squeeze through. It felt like
running away, and he thought perhaps he could make a
den somewhere inside and live there for a while.
He struggled up a single overgrown path, beating
back the undergrowth with a stick. He was so taken
with pulling himself free of brambles and finding a way
forward, he didn’t look up until he reached the top of
the incline. Then he almost gasped with surprise.
Looming before him was a house of many windows and
gables and chimneys – covered in ivy like the gate had
been, as if it were in hiding.
‘Hah!’ said a voice. ‘There you are! I thought I
spotted someone.’
A tall man dressed in sporting plus fours, wearing
bright yellow socks and stout boots, stepped out with a
large stick under his arm.
Freddy gave a shout of terror, and immediately
turned tail and hurtled down the slope, ignoring the
voice which urged him to come back. Slithering, sliding,
his clothes being torn by the brambles, he tumbled out
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into the road and ran all the way back to Meadowsweet
House.
Later that afternoon, there was a knock on the door.
When Rosie answered it, Freddy was horrified to see the
man from the old house.
‘I’m Charles Mickledean from the manor over there.
I saw your notice. Landscape gardeners, I see. Well I’m
sure this young lad will agree that my house is in dire
need of landscape gardening, and I wondered whether
you would be interested?’ Rosie looked questioningly at
Freddy and back to Charles Mickledean.
‘You know each other?’ asked Rosie.
‘Oh, we bumped into each other this morning,
didn’t we?’ smiled the old man. ‘It’s quite easy to stray
onto my land with most of the wall and fences in need
of repair. I bought the house ages ago, but have only
just moved here to live and start trying to restore it to
its former glory. Sorry if I gave you a fright, my lad. You
were a bit of a shock to me too! I haven’t yet got to
know many people in the village.’
‘I was only exploring,’ Freddy murmured, gratefully
moving aside for Doug, who came rushing forward
enthusiastically to ask the owner of Mickledean Manor
to come in.
This could be their first real job!
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