Town Spires and Chimney Pots

Prologue

Some evenings one thinks of lighting a fire and forget the pollution, easier said than done these days, though not such a distant memory for most of us. There's nothing like the crackling and spitting of wood, or the sight of flames licking a piece of coal, for a fire with its leaping tongues of colour and warmth can transfer its reddish glow upon cheeks of children in bed-time clothes. Stories are told of long ago, families encircled, close, contented and at peace. A fire reflects man's best thoughts, a feeling of oneness, when man was new and just begun.

As I sit and write the following story in front of my old fireplace in the warmth and glow of one such fire, I feel I am being persuaded to reveal a secret knowledge, that has been kept for hundreds of years and but for the seriousness of the situation, I would not be able to relate. It's the feelings and concerns of the chimney pot folk or spirits. A story which, if it doesn't have a positive ending will just be a story. However, a feeling in my heart and soul is that where there is a story there is often hope.

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