Craghill - Part 5

They sidled through the streets, pushing through the crowd. They'd been shovelled clean of snow, these streets. It went to show just how prosperous they were. Most of the streets in Greymouth had been left as they were, to the snow and ice. Back home in Bolrif, they'd been shovelled, but not nearly as frequently as these ones were – there was always a thin layer left at the bottom, with just the worst of the snow shovelled away. Here, the cobblestones of the street were exposed again.

More than a few traders called out to them, and it would have been easy to ignore most of them, but some of what they were selling was particularly interesting. Vol for one was beginning to enjoy the new variety of food that he could sample. One trader was selling a spiced sausage on a stick. Seeing it, Borne's eyes had lit up.

"Real food!" He'd declared. "Not flavourless Yarmdon mess."