Bob inhaled the ends of the spliff and flicked the roach into the pearly twinkles of a little stream that ran beside their path. ‘Hell of a walk. Everything’s a mission when you’re stoned, isn’t it?’

            Eddy looked up at the black canvas sky. ‘But I do love a good mish. I love being outside when I’m high.’ Smiling stars streaked speckles of glitter across the universe and a thousand cosmic eyes winked at him. The moon bathed the world in a pure lunar glow and painted every surface, tree top and roof with luminary magic. It shimmered on leaves and spritzed through a silvery drew dropped spider web that hung from the droopy arm of a wise old willow tree.

            ‘How far is the shop?’

            ‘We’re nearly there.’