And here you are, at the center of eternity, the end point of all. You are out of the physical realm here, all is pure thought.
Some weeks after their adventures with the Book of Ways, Polly and Eustace sat enjoying a breakfast of boiled eggs and generously buttered toast in their little sitting room…
An air of deep unusualness greeted him, as he opened his door on a blustery autumn morning and set out to walk through the woods.
There can be few greater attractions than sitting on a country railway station.