Chapter 17 of Summer of the Netherfield Witch

A burning dog comes to your bedroom and tells you to bring money for a ferry ride. What do you do? If you’re like most of us, you check to see if you’ve been taking meds with strong side effects. But not Jane Harris. When you’ve already been poisoned by a mermaid and almost had your soul stolen by a shopping mall (a sad but common occurrence in the United States, said to affect 1 in 4 teenagers), a ferry ride begins to sound quaint and relaxing. But wait ’til she meets the ferryman! Jane is “Living in the realm of the dead” in chapter 17 of Summer of the Netherfield Witch.

The glamour of ferry travel. I've been on a chain-drawn ferry in Nova Scotia, but this example comes from 19th century Scotland.

The glamour of ferry travel.
I’ve been on a chain-drawn ferry in Nova Scotia, but this example comes from 19th century Scotland.

About Brian Bixby

I enjoy history because it helps me understand people. I'm writing fiction for much the same reason.
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2 Responses to Chapter 17 of Summer of the Netherfield Witch

  1. crimsonprose says:

    Like the ferry. We have something similar at Reedham (just upriver). It takes 2 cars or several cycles and pedestrians to a not-much-publicised place call Nogdam End—although that’s only because it’s on the way to Chedgrave and Hardley Flood—which, incidentally, is one of the many reputed scenes of the killing of St Edmund (of Bury St Edmunds fame) by nasty-nasty vicious Danes.
    Oddly, as in Netherfield, once over the ferry (and through a few acres of ubiquitous marshland), there too is woodland. All dark and mysterious. Tiny twisty road. It’s one of my favourite places for walking.

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