Lyme Haven

By Richard Noble

In 1910 an ancient gold torc is found on an island by a farmer. With the help of his friend he hides it away and leave a treasure map. In the year 2012 a young couple try to find the secret hiding place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781326228057

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Lyme Haven

Lyme Haven

By Richard Noble

Copyright

© Richard Noble 2015

All rights reserved

First Edition

ISBN – 978-1-326-22805-7

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Also by Richard Noble:

Lightning Strikes

Lyme Travel

Mouse Island

Lyme stones

The Watermill

Jurassic Holiday

The Haven

Contents

Chapter 1 – The torc

Chapter 2 – The Museum

Chapter 3 – Lyme Cave

Chapter 4 – Nidul Isle

Chapter 5 – Lyme haven

Chapter 6 – The Photograph

Chapter 7 – Devon

Chapter 8 – Heritage Trust

Chapter 9 – Kittiwakes

Chapter One – The Torc

1910

It was March and George Lewis had decided to double dig his vegetable plot on the Isle of Nidul. The day was mild and the spring sun warmed his back as he slowly and methodically dug over his vegetable patch. First he made a twelve inch trench with his spade. In the next layer down he loosened the earth with his fork and added in the compost from the nearby heap. By noon he had worked up a good sweat and having taken off his jacket earlier was in his shirt sleeves, braces and brown corduroy trousers.

George stopped for lunch and went indoors into his small farmhouse for vegetable soup and freshly baked bread rolls made that morning by his wife Emma. They had lived on the Isle for nye on forty years ever since he had inherited the island on his twenty first birthday. It was not the life for everyone, living on an island ten miles off the coast of North Devon with the only other inhabitant, Sam Rigby, the lighthouse keeper.

But George was content with his life. He was shepherd to a flock of Whiteface Dartmoor sheep which he had looked after for more than thirty years. Each spring would bring new life with lambs jumping joyfully in the fields and seabirds nesting on the cliffs. A fine range of birds could be seen, from razorbills to puffins to greater black-backed gulls.

How is your digging going George? asked Emma as he sat down at the table.

I have about a quarter of the plot done. he replied as he spooned his soup.

After lunch he sat in the sunshine for a while before putting his boots back on and walking across the yard to his plot. The sky had clouded over but it still felt warm as he continued his digging. After about ten minutes he refilled his wheel barrow with compost and started the next trench. First the top spade full was moved to the next row. Then he pushed the fork into the next level to loosen the compacted soil. As he pushed in his fork he felt it strike something hard and he assumed he had come across another stone. He had encountered many that morning as the lower level of soil had not been dug before and had settled over the years. He removed his fork and pushed