And the winner of our competition to discover exactly what did happen to the tower on Torrat’s Shoal is……..

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Jheri Bryant

Far to the east of Port Naain, about a hundred miles as the crow flies, but closer to two hundred and fifty if you take the meandering road, is a place with no name.  Of course the locals call it “Home”, but no-one else has bothered to mark it on any map and call it something else.  This is probably because you only end up there in the dark or foul weather when you missed that deceptive curve on the shoulder of a hill and descended into a valley on a track that looked like the road, but wasn’t.

The landscape is less than inspiring, the mountains not quite grand or rugged enough, the valley a confused tangle of moss-draped trees and brambles. Then the now narrow path…