Enough for today. I don’t want you to get too excited.
Another section of Danny’s story:
Chapter 7 – The magic garden and Pete
For Danny venturing into the garden was like a trip without the acid. In future times he would become used to encountering numerous strange characters in pairs or singly who obviously felt the same, though they augmented the visit with the aid of additional chemistry.
Mr Rose might have been in his eighties but he had created a psychedelic jungle of the first order. Somehow he had combined the most peculiar set of incongruous objects and with the use of hanging vines and garish paint had contrived to combine them into a mind-expanding fairyland. There were fairground swing boats, plastic ornaments, seats, fountains, concrete sculptures, plastic flowers and overhanging shelters, all lit by enough light bulbs to keep Blackpool going for a season or two. At night the effect was simply amazing.
The effect when anyone first…
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