The others cast dark looks at the newcomer, the one responsible for the fact that they’d had to sit in the draughty waiting room for two hours, dripping in their school-issue sou’westers, watching ferry after ferry disappear into the fog towards Lindsey Island. Ten minutes...
Winter was just around the corner, and the dry, crisp days were starting to give way to cold nights. Just the other morning, Gert had woken to discover frost flowers forming in the clay outside our tent. What I wouldn’t give for it to be October again, when steaming sunshine and warm thundershowe...