I was walking along the bridge at the bridge at the published coordinates and I thought to myself could it be, so without anything to do I had a peek. Left right all around and under I had a look but nothing was found
Then out of nowhere I heard a small squeaky voice “Have you lost something?” and I looked around but no one was to be seen.
“No down hear” and I looked down but only saw a small billy goat. Nah it couldn’t be a goat that speaks, but then I had taken a fancy to look for a troll so I humoured him.
No trolls hear he says but suggested where I should look and gave me some instructions.
After a bit of head scratching I figured out where to go, so I grabbed my compass and off I set.
On arrival I was not impressed as I did not find a troll. Instead I found a slightly bigger billy goat sitting by the road under a walkway between buildings. And guess what this one spoke too!!!
No apparently the troll was here but didn’t like the traffic so he moved on to be nearer the river.
When I asked this billy goat if he knew where he suggested that I look here.
This brought me to a nice old bridge but was somewhat exposed. Again there was no troll just one huge billy goat. He’d scared off the troll but he was able to tell me where he thought the troll had gone.
Third time lucky I thought and off I went. When I got there I didn’t find the troll but I was in the right place, nice and private and just mucky enough.
Maybe if you go looking you’ll have more luck.
