Ice cold, so very cold, Janets Fosse was cascading with increasing force. Lightening flashed all around him, thunder claps caused the ground to tremble. When Dominic had jumped into the pool at the bottom of the waterfall, concentric circles had briefly appeared. So briefly that as Dominic had surfaced they had all been overwhelmed.
Despite the lightening, the raging torrent of water appeared jet black. As black as Whitby Jet, as black as the best Pontefract liquorice. Dominic could still taste the liquorice. He had infused liquorice juice into ice cream. Promised a deal with the supermarkets. Failure meant bankruptcy.