A RAINBOW MADE OF STONE

As the ship turned away from the lighthouse and started its journey back to the shore, we had a beautiful view of Alum Bay's Cliffs, famous for their brilliant colours. 

However, as we neared the shore Wilson's phone pinged heralding the arrival of an email.

'It's another message from The Bees, New Dad!' he announced. 'They say that Uncle Zoltan has had a look at the hole, and he thinks the whole ceiling will have to come down. He wants to start demolishing straight away, but Polly thought they should check with you first.'

'No! No!' I shouted, 'Email them back and tell him to leave the ceiling alone — we must let the Insurance Assessor look at it before anyone demolishes anything!'

'Uh-oh!' W replied, 'I'm losing signal!'