He was very tame, sometimes hopping after her through the original sliding doors that led into what had once been the waiting room. Thea raised her face, eyes closed against the hot June sun, and the sharp, peppery scent of hawthorn drifted into her nostrils. Beside her stood strips of bedding plants in plastic containers alongside several larger shrubs, presently to be put into the big wooden half-tubs that stood between the seats. The lawnmower had been run down the ramp ready to be pressed into service along the railway track. Still Thea sat on, immobilised, half drugged by the heat of the sun, such a welcome change after a long cold wet spell. She pushed up the sleeves of George’s old tattersall shirt and stretched out her long legs in the shabby jeans. Thea had no thought for clothes beyond their ability to keep her warm and decent and she had been delighted to discover a number of old shirts and jerseys amongst George’s cast-off possessions that would keep her adequately clothed for some time to come.
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