The location of our work was hidden by a deep copse. Since discovering this place, I have searched on various satellite relays on the Internet and it looks as if there is nothing except a dense forest. Before getting there, we had to navigate through what served to be a rather tall hedge protecting the area from would be trespassers. I created a 10 foot artificial fence out of branches and leaves to hide the path from view. Loretta and I also paid careful attention to cover up any tire tracks left along the way. There is not a path, per se, and we take a slightly different route day in and day out.
“It’s your turn to get out and move the fence,” Loretta said abruptly, as she put the car in park. “I did it yesterday and I gave myself a horrible cut in the process.”
“Cry me a river!” I said, not caring for her whining. “You should have listened to me and put on your gloves.”
As I said this, I pulled on my gloves. They were a dark green pair of work gloves that offered a significant amount of protection. The only drawback was the buildup of sweat, due to the lack of air circulation inside. The gloves were a very thick rubber and covered my hands and arms all the way up to the elbow.
“You do know how silly you look in those things,” Loretta chuckled. “But you’re right. I should probably get myself a pair.”
I moved the fence aside and Loretta pulled through, waiting inside for me to pull the fence back over from the inside.
To be continued…