It's a wet Sunday afternoon, the wind's blowing against the window pane and it's growing dark.
Come on, pull a chair up closer to the fire, I'll put another log on to keep us warm. . . . . .
Long ago and years since, there was a dragon lived, up there . . . . in Haugh woods, high above Mordiford and the river Wye.
Deep in the wood, where the bluebells bloom ,there, in a dark cave lived the fearsome beast.
The dragon would sleep for many years, but when he awoke . . . . the air would be filled with the terrible stench of Dragonbreath and the people would run and hide.
One day, the poor villagers decided to try to stop the dragon.
The pictures were taken 'on location' in herefordshire.
(Apologies for slightly 'tweeking' the story!)