Here we sit, atop Lakey Hill and its ancient burial grounds, as night falls and the autumnal mists mingle with the smoke from early bonfires. Unearthly moans rise up. Could it be Jack Woolley’s long-dead dog, Captain, or the lingering echoes of Nigel Pargetter from his curiously protracted fall from the Lower Loxley roof? No. It’s the combined cries of various Ambridgers that rend the air. Harrison’s caught on the horns of a dilemma, Lynda has a date with destiny, Kenton’s preparing himself for disappointment, Lilian puts her foot in it, and one of the Fairbrother brothers is running out of options.
All these woes are as nothing, though, as Kirsty faces up to ghosts from the past and wonders what they want of her.
Thanks to Maggiesaes of ‘The Archers in Mustardland’