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CHAPTER FIFTEEN



     Bond slept all the next day too, save for the time he had to get out of bed to take some paracetemol to help stem his throbbing headache, the time he had to get out of bed to drink about three pints of water to quell his raging thirst, and the six times he had to get out of bed to go to the lavatory for a pee because he’d drunk the three pints of water. It was vicious circle time again. However by the following morning he was comparatively fit and well again, and ready to continue the task he’d set himself two days previously; but now, with the benefit of hindsight, he wouldn’t have to risk going in any pubs. Ever resourceful, Bond had had a brainwave that rendered the necessity of having to go into public houses solely in order to relieve himself a thing of the past.
     Bond had already visited Vernon Park, Bredbury Park and North Reddish Park on his previous sortie. He had discovered that a wooden fence, a replica of the one being built at Torkington Park, had already been completed at Vernon Park. At Bredbury Park there had been no such fence. There was also a completed fence at North Reddish Park. Continuing the chain of parks that formed a rough circle of Stockport Bond now made for South Reddish Park. On arriving there he found that, as with Bredbury Park, there was no fence round the bowling green. Before continuing to Heaton Moor Park, the next link in the chain, Bond took time to consider the facts he had gathered thus far. Torkington Park had definitely been taken over by Goldnojaws and had a fence surrounding the bowling green. It was flagged green. Vernon Park also had a fence round the bowling green but was flagged red. North Reddish Park had a fence round it and it too was flagged red. South Reddish Park didn’t have a fence and was flagged green. Bond would have expected all the parks with a fence round their bowling green to be flagged green and the others red, but this clearly wasn’t the case. He shook his head, puzzled. There was neither rhyme nor reason to the pattern. He shrugged, got back in the Lada and headed for Heaton Moor Park, maybe that would offer up a clue?