I rapidly grew bored of my forced rest but by the end of the third day of my recovery period I could walk around easier with only slight pain in my ankle. I wouldn’t be running any marathons but I could at least be useful.
During this time Pat had taken to walking in the hills with Rachel and taking the hunting rifles for practice. They had wanted to set up a range behind the stables but I had insisted that they practice far from where we were staying.
Gregg had recovered enough that he was mobile and willing to help out. He still had a number of nasty cuts and bruises but the swelling had reduced enough that he could see. Liz was still in her room and wasn’t ready to leave it.
Claire and Lily had a complete written inventory of everything we would be taking when we did leave and a separate list of items we would still need to find. Maggie had read several of her own selection of books and was going stir crazy at being forced to stay inside with little to do.
