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didn’t attend this actual church, so I drifted off to the side and pretended to look at some postcards they had for sale.
Wonder if they’ve got a postcard of the angels, I thought. I could get one for Dad.
I started to search along the rack, and suddenly this card fell at my feet.
It wasn’t a picture postcard. It just had writing on it. My heartbeat went into overdrive. I fumbled frantically in my bag until I found the message. The writing on the card was exactly the same!
Only this message was strictly twenty-first century.
And underneath was the number of the local radio station.
There was also a heap of info about the Tourist Board, and all the exciting places you could visit in Suffolk which I didn’t even try to take in.
I rushed to find the others. “Our treasure’s for real!” I squeaked. “I mean, it’s actually a publicity stunt for the Tourist Board. But we’ve won a prize!”
I dragged them outside. “See these!” I pointed to the numbers at the bottom of the original message. “They’re not measurements at all. It’s the wavelength of the radio station we were listening to on the way down! Isn’t that
amazing
!” I was practically jumping up and down.
The others still looked a bit dazed.
“It’s fantastic,” said my aunt warmly. “Not quite what you girls were expecting, I know. You must phone the station as soon as we get back to the cottage.”
Fliss started to grin. “We can do better than that!”
And as if she’d owned a mobile her whole life, she fished it out of her jeans pocket, switched on, and carefully punched in the number.
“Oh good morning,” she said politely. “We’re currently visiting the Suffolk area and we’re phoning to claim our prize. No, I don’t mind holding…”
Isn’t it incredible!
We’d been having a totally modern adventure all along!
OK, so our treasure wasn’t quite as romantic as we hoped. But if you think about it, it’s way more useful. At least we got to
keep
this prize. I don’t REALLY think we’d have been allowed to keep actual gold and rubies, do you? Not in this world!
Only you’re going to have to wait a bit longer before I give you the juicy details ofthe humungously generous prize we received from the Suffolk Tourist Board, because I’ve got some eensy weensy loose ends to tie up first.
But you guessed that already, didn’t you!
“Will you be wanting the bikes, girls, or shall I lock them up?” Uncle Phil asked us after lunch.
Mum looked doubtful. “We’ll have to leave soon.”
My mates were all sprawled on a big sofa playing with Gizmo.
“I’m too stuffed to move,” Kenny groaned.
This was the opportunity I’d been waiting for.
“Mu-um,” I said pleadingly. “Is there time for me to have a very quick ride? I won’t be more than ten minutes, honestly.”
(Well I couldn’t possibly go without saying goodbye to my dream horse now, could I?)
“All right, but not a minute longer,” said Mum. “You’ve all got school tomorrow.”
“I’ll ride like the wind!” I said eagerly, then I blushed. I’d accidentally slipped into book-speak without thinking.
“I’ll go with her, don’t worry,” said Uncle Phil. “Want to go anywhere in particular, Lyndz?” he grinned.
We went bombing along the lane, me and my Australian uncle. Me first, him following. Both of us talking a blue streak. I’d got over my annoyance at having company. Actually, it was great to have a chance to chat.
I was telling him what a great time I’d had.
Uncle Phil said, “You must get your mum to bring you again.” He meant it too. And with a rush of happiness, it dawned on me that I had just acquired a really cool uncle.
Which is probably why I didn’t see the elderly teddy boy glowering by the gate until it was too late.
“What do you think you’re up to, girl?” he demanded.
To my amazement he gave my uncle a friendly grin. “Arternoon, Phil,” he said. “This that little niece you were talking
Wonder if they’ve got a postcard of the angels, I thought. I could get one for Dad.
I started to search along the rack, and suddenly this card fell at my feet.
It wasn’t a picture postcard. It just had writing on it. My heartbeat went into overdrive. I fumbled frantically in my bag until I found the message. The writing on the card was exactly the same!
Only this message was strictly twenty-first century.
And underneath was the number of the local radio station.
There was also a heap of info about the Tourist Board, and all the exciting places you could visit in Suffolk which I didn’t even try to take in.
I rushed to find the others. “Our treasure’s for real!” I squeaked. “I mean, it’s actually a publicity stunt for the Tourist Board. But we’ve won a prize!”
I dragged them outside. “See these!” I pointed to the numbers at the bottom of the original message. “They’re not measurements at all. It’s the wavelength of the radio station we were listening to on the way down! Isn’t that
amazing
!” I was practically jumping up and down.
The others still looked a bit dazed.
“It’s fantastic,” said my aunt warmly. “Not quite what you girls were expecting, I know. You must phone the station as soon as we get back to the cottage.”
Fliss started to grin. “We can do better than that!”
And as if she’d owned a mobile her whole life, she fished it out of her jeans pocket, switched on, and carefully punched in the number.
“Oh good morning,” she said politely. “We’re currently visiting the Suffolk area and we’re phoning to claim our prize. No, I don’t mind holding…”
Isn’t it incredible!
We’d been having a totally modern adventure all along!
OK, so our treasure wasn’t quite as romantic as we hoped. But if you think about it, it’s way more useful. At least we got to
keep
this prize. I don’t REALLY think we’d have been allowed to keep actual gold and rubies, do you? Not in this world!
Only you’re going to have to wait a bit longer before I give you the juicy details ofthe humungously generous prize we received from the Suffolk Tourist Board, because I’ve got some eensy weensy loose ends to tie up first.
But you guessed that already, didn’t you!
“Will you be wanting the bikes, girls, or shall I lock them up?” Uncle Phil asked us after lunch.
Mum looked doubtful. “We’ll have to leave soon.”
My mates were all sprawled on a big sofa playing with Gizmo.
“I’m too stuffed to move,” Kenny groaned.
This was the opportunity I’d been waiting for.
“Mu-um,” I said pleadingly. “Is there time for me to have a very quick ride? I won’t be more than ten minutes, honestly.”
(Well I couldn’t possibly go without saying goodbye to my dream horse now, could I?)
“All right, but not a minute longer,” said Mum. “You’ve all got school tomorrow.”
“I’ll ride like the wind!” I said eagerly, then I blushed. I’d accidentally slipped into book-speak without thinking.
“I’ll go with her, don’t worry,” said Uncle Phil. “Want to go anywhere in particular, Lyndz?” he grinned.
We went bombing along the lane, me and my Australian uncle. Me first, him following. Both of us talking a blue streak. I’d got over my annoyance at having company. Actually, it was great to have a chance to chat.
I was telling him what a great time I’d had.
Uncle Phil said, “You must get your mum to bring you again.” He meant it too. And with a rush of happiness, it dawned on me that I had just acquired a really cool uncle.
Which is probably why I didn’t see the elderly teddy boy glowering by the gate until it was too late.
“What do you think you’re up to, girl?” he demanded.
To my amazement he gave my uncle a friendly grin. “Arternoon, Phil,” he said. “This that little niece you were talking
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