Behind the farmhouse and across the stream there is only tangled woodland. We haven’t strictly ventured beyond that tumbled garden wall, but by the noises at night and the creatures glimpsed briefly in the day, it is clear that no ordinary locals go hiking or hunting there. We have been tempted to cross it, several times, whenever we hear the music. But we never have. Not yet. Not even after the first box appeared.
This is a surprise treasure box. The contents will relate to the story of the box, above.