Chapter 18Jules found no less than six currant bushes; four black and two red. There were also gooseberries and blackberries. The garden could have been amazing. Despite it being February, Jules could see the garden beds overgrown by weeds, but someone who had lived here before Nix must have loved the garden. It wasn’t as big as those Victorian kitchen gardens featured on TV, but it was built about the same way.
The rows between the beds, the poles for beans and stuff, the small bench where you could sit and look out over it. Jules shivered in the cold. It would be too cold to sit now, and the rickety bench needed fixing before Jules dared to try it.
His stomach told him it was time for lunch, but he wanted to cut the last branches off the gooseberry bush so he wouldn’t have to come back
