Grubdale was such a quiet town before the witches came; not your average witches with bleeding gums and chins like a bog brush, but thoroughly modern witches in tweeds and sensible shoes. But all hell has broken loose. Rats are setting fire to the town, big rats that would be up and through your undercarriage like a doctor's thermometer. The dead and dripping are out for an evening stroll, while up the hill in the ramshackle school of Grubdale Towers, two of the witches are throwing seagull after seagull high in the air to find help.The problem is the young prince. Now that Tarantulus Spleen, an evil sorcerer with a face like a bluebottle, has discovered where the boy is hiding, he's sent his henchmen back through space and time to kill him. Only the Stately Wyrms of England can save the prince now, but all they want to do is eat sheep and make ickle-bitty, baby dragons, if the Red Wyrm of Wales would only wake up and do the business.'The Allure of the Red Wyrm' - the third instalment of 'The Trouble with Wyrms' comedy recounting the exploits of a group of witches in Edwardian Britain to find peace, love and 'The Stately Wyrms of England,' not to mention a good gin and tonic.