It was a trailer parked in an isolated spot, though there was a farm quite close, a rural idyll but with access to a beach that was almost always deserted. A seaside resort a little further down the coast mopped up most of the day-trippers and those families who still wanted the traditional family holiday, in so far as it still existed. ‘If the weather’s still like this, we’ll skinny dip,’ he said. The high pressure still held sway at the weekend and although they arrived early evening the sun was still hot. Mercifully, the trailer was tucked away in a wood and the trees provided shade. On the way down, Chrissie had spoilt the journey for herself by allowing negative thoughts about Andy to enter her head. The negativity began with the question, ‘why would a man like Andy Scates have a trailer in such an isolated spot?’ It just didn’t seem like Andy. She saw him as pretty sociable if not necessarily a party animal. When she saw him around the college he was usually with several colleagues or a group of students whether he was in the canteen or in the lift moving between floors in the multi-storey block.
