There was a dog barking and in the distance, Penny could hear the familiar tones of a small child throwing a tantrum and traffic. Someone somewhere was playing a radio and Penny sighed happily.
It wasn't Cornwall but there was something very special about London. Being in a quiet park in the middle of the city was something Cornwall couldn't order - the closest her small town got to a traffic jam was when Old Man Tregarthen's sheep got loose and blocked the main road into St Erth.
"Do you think the goblins would really come along? I'd quite like to go running with them. But, " sucking her lower lip thoughtfully she stretched her arms above her head and tilted her head "do you think they have running shoes? I've never seen them wear anything like trainers."
Picking up a fingerful of grass, Penny sprinkled it over Orsinos prone body before smirking. "Yeah. Maybe I should just roll over and go to sleep."