She and Nick were curled up in the middle of a nice haystack into which they had burrowed the previous evening, but despite the fact that she was warm and cosy – though a trifle itchy, for hayseeds down the neck are not the best of bedfellows – she was depressed by the sight of the rain. She had thought that sleeping under the stars would be romantic but she had not bargained either for rain or for the extreme cold that sometimes descended as darkness fell. When they found property owned by someone with sufficient money to have outbuildings it was usually well fenced against intruders, and the smaller places did not run to such luxuries. Cautiously, Kitty shifted Tommy’s warm body from the curve of her stomach and crawled down the short passageway through which they had entered the haystack. It was difficult to tell what time it was for the grey clouds hid the sky completely, but she guessed that it was early; no cock crowed, no dog barked, and there was no sound of human beings stirring.
