“Evie sends me up to the farm to get some milk and stuff. I have to queue with the campsite people at the back door. I read the notices chalked up on the blackboard: Fresh farm veg: courgettes and tomatoes. Organic lamb burgers; organic minced beef. Milk, cream, yoghurt. Boat trip to seals 7pm. Shower tokens 20p. ‘Hi.’ The girl with the hair, Matt’s friend, leans against the door frame. Sky-blue cotton trousers and a green top today. She’s got an amazing tan, and three silver belly button ri...ngs. ‘I keep seeing you,’ she says. ‘You’re Evie’s granddaughter?’ I nod. ‘Izzy. Dairymaid,’ she introduces herself. She speaks with a local accent, but I’ve never seen her other years. ‘Also campsite cleaner, events organiser, occasional boat hand and general dogsbody.’ She laughs, looks at me all wide-eyed. I suddenly realise she’s waiting for me to say something. ‘Freya,’ I say.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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