The Professor Peregrine Papers

Looking back on it now, I can see that I failed to come to terms with her interest in swimming through trees. I would often fill my pockets with lead to keep myself on the ground. Or was it to slow myself down?  After she left, I sold the collection of feathers.

Our work on a camera to record dreams is progressing at a disappointingly slow pace. This morning the Professor sent me his latest captured image together with the following note: "Once again I find that I cannot get beyond the two gatekeepers in my dreams. They seem determined to relocate the gate. One of the two reminds me very much of my uncle Cyril. This is odd, since I have no uncle called Cyril. "