“Lucy, come on! We’ll get in trouble!”
“For what? James and Fred sneak out all the time!”
Lucy was something of an insomniac. That, mixed with her adventurous spirit, made for some interesting midnight adventures.
Twelve year old Lucy exploring a glade outside of Ottery St. Catchpole that was home to an abundance of fairies and flitterby moths.
Taken by Frank, who had been dragged along because Lucy didn’t want to go alone, and Alice was a seriously heavy sleeper.