It’s a lot of places, and sometimes none at all.
The heart is in Scotland for now, sometimes in Switzerland, occasionally, Iceland and often further afield…
The first Black Lodge was in Sussex, in an enormous shed which sweated sap and dirty black tar through summer… and had frost inside the windows in winter.
Meatball Sandwiches and hot black Joe helped.
If you need to find it, head into the woods at night, but make sure the time and stars align or Bob will be waiting.
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