As he approached the church, more bells began to chime. K-Nine looked towards the large wooden doors at the top of a flight of steps.
“Oh boll…” he thought. “Why steps ?” It was at this point he had a flashback to one of his earlier adventures with the Doctor and suddenly had a strange sympathy for alien creatures that resembled metallic pepperpots.
He looked around and noticed a ramp over to the left which led up to the church doors. He rolled slowly up the ramp. The right hand door was slightly ajar and with a gentle push it creaked open.
K-Nine wandered inside the church and headed towards the sound of the bells which came from a small room at the far end of the building.
He peered around the corner into the small room and saw five men tugging on thick ropes that disappeared through holes in the ceiling around ten feet above their heads. One of the men spotted K-Nine in the doorway and said “Hiya mutt, we’re the Upper Cwmbran Campanologists”.
K-Nine was puzzled. He was still getting to grips with some of the more unusual words in the English language and he pondered over what the man had just said. He wasn’t sure if “campanologists” was one word or two. However, judging by the muscular arms and strong wrists that must have been required to haul on those ropes, he concluded it must be one.
“We are just practising for a wedding on Saturday” said one of the men.
K-Nine couldn’t figure out why music production had to be so labour intensive. Surely downloading a sample of bells ringing and playing it on a loop through a public address system would have been so much easier and more reliable !
After a while K-Nine decided that all was well in the church, there were no Demons to be exorcised and no unearthly goings on. He bid farewell to the bell ringers and left the church to continue with his journey.
As he rolled slowly down the hill towards the area of the town known as New Bridge (or so his universal translator informed him), he came across another establishment that sold beverages made from fermented vegetable matter. The sign outside the building depicted a young and rather regal looking lady. He peered in through one of the windows to see if anything interesting was happening inside. There were a number of elderly patrons standing around drinking or sitting at small tables playing dominoes or cards. All seemed quiet and peaceful. “Hmm” thought K-Nine “It’s not really the place for a technically advanced roving dog in space” so he continued on down the hill towards New Bridge …
By Nigel Daft
Last Modified on: 05-11-2015