“Who are you?”accused Mhairi pointing her finger at his throat,

”Mr Mathic,” he replied with a strong Cockney accent. “Pass the mouldy socks, they should have been thrown out years ago!!” He exclaimed as his fowl breath filled the large room with the terrible odour. “You can look round if you like but don’t cause trouble my boss doesn’t like trouble.”Mr Mathic said worriedly. He strode away she stood there for a minute then began to explore. She found a beautiful rose gold door it creaked a little as she opened it. Mhairi squinted into the rainy dusk she could hear the wind whipping the tops of the waves.