“Do we have to go?”
“I’ve made the picnic already.”
“Bacon butties?” Matilda was ready in minutes, but as they unloaded the pickup in the copse she asked, “Why do we do this, Mum?”
“Family traditions are important,” Tabitha said, “Every spring we restock the log store and each Hallowe’en we have a barbecue to end the year.”
“But other people use our wood – that’s not fair.”
“It keeps the place alive – now eat your sandwich while it’s hot.”
Matilda’s seven-times-great-grandmother smiled.They’d burned her home with her inside, but a witch’s blood is stronger than fire.