We were once on holiday in Ireland and being a pretty weird family we went to visit the house of a famous Witch called Biddy Early. We all joked about how none of us believed in Witches and how odd it was that people would still come here in the 20th century and pin little notes all over the place asking for her help. After all it was just a run down shack and she had been dead for a long, long time.
When we were done, we took the car down onto Inch beach on Dingle isand, My sister was learning to drive so she and my dad went off to practice in the car. While driving around the beach they found an expensive camera, and re-united it with it's owner.
After she had driven around for a while they parked up on the sand and we all went swimming, still talking about witches and Biddy Early and Irish superstition.
When we got back to the car, the tide started to come in and we couldn't find the car keys.
We searched everywhere and they just were nowhere to be found.
While my mum freeked out, the sun started to go down and storm clouds gathered on the horizon. While we searched in vain, the sea just got closer and closer and rougher and rougher.
Just as we were about to go hire a farmer to tow us off the beach, My mum said, "I guess this is what we get for messing with Biddy Early..."
Just then, out of nowhere the owner of the camera we'd found walked up to us with the car keys.
It turned out that my sister had accidentally thrown them into the camera case just as my dad had shut it. I've never seen my parents so relieved.
That night we went out for a fish and chip supper and around the table we all agreed, never to make fun of Witches again.
