Next thing, Aoife knew they were driving upwards and the roadway became much narrower. There was now only enough space for one vehicle. Still, they went upwards. She felt her hands becoming clammy.
A few minutes later and the vista was indeed magnificent. They were looking down at a green valley with the odd sprinkling of white houses and what looked like a tiny village centred around what looked like a pub.
The van was going at walking pace now and Aoifw could see that they were driving close to the edge, far too close for comfort. A bad mistake and they were finished.
“Done worry Aoife, Mum won’t drive off the edge, hopefully anyway”
They both smiled.
“Would the two of you like to be dropped off in the pub down there for a while? I could go for a stroll through the place for an hour or so.”
“Yeah, that would be brilliant Mum. What do you say Aoife?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Now they just had to go downwards to reach it.
Aoife had just about been able to take going upwards but going downwards was totally different. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands.
“It’s ok Aoife we’re on level ground once more,” Stephen whispered, “I think we both deserve a pint now!”
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