The Gorse Fox helped the Silver Vixen load the panniers of the Silver Vixen's broomstick and watched as she swept into air, circled Fontwell, then headed back to the Worthing area to meet with her Coven.
Turning on his heels he headed back to the study and continued the development of the end to end architecture story for his latest client. Eight hours later he emerged with a feeling of mild elation - the draft was complete until review comments came in.
A messenger raven arrived (actually it was and SMS text message) from the Silver Vixen, she was just preparing to take off and return. The Gorse Fox, stiff from sitting, decided it was time to mow the lawns. So it was that by the time she flared the besom to touch down, GF was enjoying the sunshine and tidying the landing strip.