Instead of green grass and blue skies, the heavens were as grey as the fields. Grey clouds hung over grey trees and a big grey river rolled slowly down a grey hill. What a drab and dreary land it was – as if all of the colour had drained down a big plug hole. The Giddlywunkles and Shauna looked at each other, and even they were grey too.
“This is what it must have looked like in the olden days,” said Buckle, “before they had colour television.”
