Fear in the Cotswolds
“‘Even a tractor would have difficulty,’ she said. ‘I don’t know what you’re going to do.’ As if to add emphasis, snow had begun to fall again – fat, fluffy flakes that settled comfortably on top of their fellows. The gentle soundless stuff made everything seem less urgent, as if rush and trouble were examples of human folly and nothing more.
The girl at the end of the phone was clearly unfamiliar with rural realities. ‘I’m sure they’ll cope,’ she said dismissively. ‘What’s the postcode?’ Th...ea opened her mouth to reply with her own home address, before remembering where she was. ‘I have no idea,’ she said. ‘It’s called Lucy’s Barn, to the south-west of Hampnett. It’s not very easy to find.’ ‘Could you stand somewhere they can see you, then, and wave when they arrive?’ ‘Not really. It’s at least a quarter of a mile from here to the road, in snow a foot deep. I can’t even see where the track runs. I don’t think you’re quite getting the picture.MoreLess
The girl at the end of the phone was clearly unfamiliar with rural realities. ‘I’m sure they’ll cope,’ she said dismissively. ‘What’s the postcode?’ Th...ea opened her mouth to reply with her own home address, before remembering where she was. ‘I have no idea,’ she said. ‘It’s called Lucy’s Barn, to the south-west of Hampnett. It’s not very easy to find.’ ‘Could you stand somewhere they can see you, then, and wave when they arrive?’ ‘Not really. It’s at least a quarter of a mile from here to the road, in snow a foot deep. I can’t even see where the track runs. I don’t think you’re quite getting the picture.MoreLess
Read book Fear in the Cotswolds for free
Write Review:
User Reviews: