There was a girl who was marked at birth by her mothers tears, she frowned on every day the sun gave her, and all was crooked and wrong in her life. But she had a brother, a twin who was chalk to her cheese and every day the sun gave him was shiny and keen.
When of age she apprenticed to weave cloth in Dunster and he in carpentry, these were strong trades with honour after long hours labour. Her cloth was never good enough in her mind though some would argue that it was the best in the land, and his timber work fit for the bench ends of courtiers. And although they approached the day from different ends their works were coveted far and wide. So much so that Bishops were feuding over who could have her cloth for their altars, and who would have their altars built by the brother.
Now one day he was walking in the forest not far from here, looking for timber to construct the Bishops' latest project. He had heard of some extremely tall trees which might be just the ticket, but at a gate he met a twisted man who would not let him pass without conversation.
Well the carpenter was a gentle fellow and so let the old man talk.
'You seek timber for the Bishops Palace I believe?'
'Why yes' he said rather surprised, for how could the twisted man know, it was a tightly kept secret.
'I know many things, and some are too sad to share, but come walk with me,' and so they made their way along the rough track, and you should do the same.
Pass through the lower gate now which turns right along a rough road and is the simple way to the Tall Trees. The counter will decrease and the next chapter reveal as you walk.