Friday 6th June 1808

Dear Diary,
The day dawned bright, dry and full of promise. I was looking forward to acquainting Dr Cojones with the Knob I know so well. We set off mid morning and strolled easily up the path through the wood. How green everything was and how fresh, the scent.
"I 'perceibe' a 'espring' in your 'estep', Wine. I think we hab made bery good progress," observed the Dr. " I hab a 'esixth esense' and I feel that you 'eshould' fear no more. The 'ebil' has passed and you 'eshould' no longer feel 'bulnerable'."
I smiled. "Yes, I feel it too. I think the storm has passed."
We were both a little breathless as we reached the top and I lead him to where the view could be best admired. The ground dropped sharply away in front of us, over the rocky precipice, but afforded a magnificent view of the countryside stretching out below.
"A ' bery especial' place, but a little chilly," shivered Dr Cojones.
"Here," I offered, "take my coat, I am more accustomed to our climate." He thanked me and slipped it on.
"Excuse me Doctor," I went on, somewhat embarrassed," but I fear I have drunk too much apple juice at breakfast and am a little uncomfortable, if you would excuse me a moment...."
"Of course!" he chuckled and I left him staring out over the valley.
I was behind the tree when I noticed the nun approaching and quickly ducked out of sight to avoid scandal. She passed quietly and I peered out from hiding to watch her move on. The Doctor was not aware of her arrival and she began to creep very carefully towards him. The sudden realisation that all was not right came too late, for at the same moment her foot snapped a dry twig and the Doctor alerted to the presence of another started to turn. In an instant she lunged forward, arms outstretched, and to my horror, pushed the Doctor over the edge. I heard him cry out " Oh, 'esshhiiiiiiiiiii'..........." before he was drowned out by her manic laughter. She pulled off her wimple and shook free her hair and I recognised her at once. It was Evelyn Tent, my cousin from Effin Hall.
Still in shock I stepped out from behind the tree and cried out "Evelyn! What have you done?"
She turned with a gasp and recognised me at once and the look upon her face will be etched in my mind forever. In her eyes, in that moment, I saw fear then hatred and ultimately despair. I watched as her eyes lowered from my face to my waist and then her eyes widened even more. I realised I had not made myself decent and was still exposed from unburdening my bladder. She gasped again and staggered backwards and lost her footing. Her arms began to circle wildly, as she slowly toppled backwards and then, in quiet resignation uttered her final words and disappeared over the edge. I stepped forward but my breeches fell down and tripped me to the ground. I staggered to my feet and hobbling and fastening reached the edge and peered over. I could not believe what I had just witnessed but as if to prove that all was not a dream, there, caught upon a branch about thirty feet below, fluttered Evelyn's wimple.
"Evelyn! Doctor!" I cried as I dropped to my knees and peered over the edge and then I heard it. From somewhere below, a voice I never thought I would hear again, croaked;
"Wine? If I 'eber' mention my 'esixth esense' again, 'eslap' me!"