Image Description: A warm, golden-toned illustration in a storybook style. Four silhouetted figures walk along a winding path through a sunlit forest: a woman (Lady Biscotti) walks beside a large, sturdy Labrador–Retriever (Biggie), while a man (Sir Dunkalot) walks alongside a smaller fox red Labrador (Indy). The scene glows with soft amber light. Floating above them in the sky is a custard cream biscuit with a raspberry swirl in the centre. In the background stands a crumbling stone chapel framed by tall trees, giving the setting an enchanted, mysterious feel.
Chapter One – The Jam Begins
It began on a golden afternoon in Norwich.
Sir Dunkalot was enjoying a peaceful stroll through Ketts Heights with his loyal companion, Indy — a striking fox red Labrador, affectionately known as “the little ginger nut.” The sun filtered through the trees, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of old stone, moss, and the faintest hint of jam.
He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and his trusty leather jacket — comfortably worn, with a few crumbs in the pocket. His dark blond hair was slightly scruffy, tousled just enough by the wind.
As they neared the chapel ruins, Indy came to a halt.
He sniffed. Snorted. Let out a low, deliberate woof.
Sir Dunkalot paused. “What is it, mate?”
There was a rustle in the undergrowth — and then bounding out came Biggie, the large, pale-coloured Labrador–Retriever with a strong frame, soft fur, and ears that flapped gently as he ran — like two well-washed tea towels catching the breeze. He gave Indy a cheerful nudge and wagged his tail with calm determination.
Close behind him came Lady Biscotti.
She was, as ever, graceful and effortlessly glamorous — her long platinum blonde hair perfectly styled in soft, feathered waves, not a strand out of place. She wore a tailored coat that flowed just enough to suggest a sense of drama, polished boots that gleamed despite the woodland trail, and a cool confidence that turned heads wherever she went.
“There’s trouble,” she said firmly, surveying the clearing. “Someone’s hunting the Royal Custard Crumb — and they’re leaving jam where there should be cream.”
She turned to Sir Dunkalot and smiled faintly.
“I’m glad you’re here. You’ve come a long way since the ginger nut incident.”
He chuckled. “Yeah… gave it up. Biggie helped me switch to fig rolls instead.”
Biggie gave a low, contented woof, then gently nudged a fig roll from his saddlebag into Sir Dunkalot’s hand — as if to say, proud of you, mate.
Lady Biscotti gestured to a sticky red smear across one of the old chapel stones.
“They’re not far ahead. And they know we’re coming.”
Sir Dunkalot nodded. “Let’s get to it.”
And with that, the four companions set off — Lady Biscotti and Biggie leading the way, with Sir Dunkalot and Indy close behind. Somewhere ahead, through the tangle of trees and time, the jam trail was waiting.
To be continued…
Blind Man Makes 