Quick! Run! Quick!

A wee door into another world, sometimes in a cave, sometimes in a loft. Guarded or watched over by a wee man, a fairy who'd done nothing wrong. He was green in the cave version, and came out in front of a car. The door really went into another world, I feel like more adventurous. People started coming from all over, bit of a tourist attraction.

Bikes, old and new. Taken care of by father, whose house remained the same. There had been a murder and there was blood on the beach and that was rare evidence, collected it all and put it in the back of a car.

There were foreign trips.

Searching for clues to the whereabouts of the murderer, upstairs in the barn, in the loft, through the door into another world. Up the ladder, find a bag and there inside are his ciggies and also a box full of bars of chocolate. The place is a mess. Where is the guardian fairy? Quick! Run, back to the house, he comes! Where are my shoes?! Where are my shoes?! Quick, Jim! My nephew is coming!