She tried to steer around them but then there was a “CRACK” and the boat lurched, making water spill in – she was going to capsize! Yelping she scrambled out of the boat into the water that turned out to be much much deeper than she realised. There were large signs on the jetty about this but Bettina wasn’t the kind of kid to be told what to do, well, not usually.Īfter what seemed like an hour she reached the island shore – boulders bumped on the underside of the boat making it rock. And it was a pity that Bettina hadn’t had a chat with the warden because then she would know that the island was out of bounds. Now it was a pity that the boat hadn’t been seen by the warden because unknown to Bettina and her family there was a thin crack on the hull – only something an expert eye might have spotted. She could see an island in the centre of the lake and was itching to explore so she carried on rowing, and rowing in the hope that the spooky voice would disappear as quickly as it arrived. It really did sound like a ghost and a little shiver went down Bettina’s back. It was a delicious spring evening and the wind rippled the water and mists danced. “There’s nothing there!” and stepping into the boat grabbed the oars and started to row. “Stop being such a baby!” she scolded herself. She crept down to the jetty and once again she felt something stroking then gripping at her shoulder – she yelped and turned – again, nothing to be seen. What was that?! She felt something brush her shoulder – she turned – nothing was there. A mist seemed to spring up around her and a shiver went down her spine. Whilst her mum was busy, and distracted by the noise of the other children ran across the field and down a small fell to the lake. They’d heard about the warden and apparently you didn’t do ANYTHING on the lake without them saying so or they got very very cross indeed.īettina couldn’t wait. It’s important to stay safe,” she warned. “No one’s to sail in it yet – we need the old warden to have a proper look at it first. Bettina’s mum and painted it and moored it up by the jetty of Ravenseye Water. So why did she think she was seeing a ghost?īettina’s family had just moved to Cumbria and a little rowing boat had been left in the garden of the new house. She just wasn’t the kind of kid to be told what to do. She loved playing outside and as she had seven brothers and sisters – yep, you heard me right, she was pretty much allowed to do what she wanted after school and so could set up dens in the wood, and generally not doing what she was told. She was a sensible “get on with it” sort of girl who didn’t even like reading stories about ghosts – to be honest she didn’t even like reading at all. I mean sometimes you just can’t explain things – strange noises in the night, catching sight of something that isn’t there – or is it? There might be a ghost – or two in our story but you’ll need to look out because, like most ghost stories things aren’t quite as they seem.īettina didn’t believe in ghosts. “There’s no such thing as ghosts!”ĭo you believe in ghosts? I’m not sure if I do or not. “Don’t be daft!” she scolded herself again. “Turn baaack!” a ghostly voice seemed to say “Turn baaaack!”īettina shook her head and knocked on her head with her fist. Don’t worry if you find a word tricky – you can pause the video whenever to give yourself more time You can read along to the story while you listen. Castbox RSS Read along to Bettina and the Broken Boat here!
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