Fred (host, reader)

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Undertow: Familiar Haunts · The Green Book, Part 1 · 10 Jul 2026 podcast

It was higher than a mound, it was nearly as high as our house, and it was like a great basin turned upside down, all smooth and round and green, with one stone, like a post, sticking up at the top.

I climbed up the sides, but they were so steep I had to stop, or I should have rolled all the way down again, and I should have knocked against the stones at the bottom, and perhaps been killed.

but I wanted to get to the very top of the big round mound.

So I laid down, flat on my face, and took hold of the grass with my hands, and drew myself up, bit by bit, till I was at the top.

Then I sat down on the stone in the middle and looked all around about.

I felt I had come such a long way, such a long, long way, just as if I were a hundred miles from home, or in some other country, or in one of the strange places I'd read about in Tales of the Genie and the Arabian Nights, or as if I had gone across the sea, far away, for years, and I had found another world nobody had ever seen or heard of before, or as if I had somehow flown through the sky and fallen on one of the stars that I'd read about, where everything is dead and cold and grey.

and there is no air and the wind just doesn't blow?

I sat on the stone and looked all round and down and round about me.

It was just as if I was sitting on a tower in the middle of a grey empty town, because I could see nothing all around but the grey rocks on the ground.

I couldn't make out their shapes anymore, but I could see them on and on for a long way, and I looked at them, and they seemed as if they had been arranged into patterns, and shapes, and figures.

I knew that couldn't be, because I'd seen a lot of them coming right out of the earth, joined to deep rocks below.

So I looked again, but still I saw nothing but circles, and small circles inside big ones, and pyramids and domes and spires, and they seemed all to go round and round the place where I was sitting.

and the more I looked, the more I saw great big rings of rocks getting bigger and bigger, and I stared so long that it felt as if they were all moving and turning like a great wheel.

And I was turning too in the middle.

I got quite dizzy and confused in the head, and everything began t to be hazy and not clear, and I saw little sparks of blue light, and the stones looked as if they were springing and dancing and twisting as they went round and round and round.

I was frightened again, and I cried out loud and jumped up from the stone where I was sitting on, and fell down.

When I got up, I was so glad they all looked still, and I sat down on the top, and slid down the mound, and went on again.

I danced as I went, in the peculiar way the rocks had danced when I got giddy, and I was so glad I could do it quite well and I danced and danced along and sang extraordinary songs that came into my head.

At last I came to the edge of that great flat hill, and there were no more rocks, and the way went again through a dark thicket and hollow.

It was just as bad as the other one I went through climbing up.

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