No such luck. Heaton also had a battered blue Daewoo Matiz for these occasions. It had about as much street cred as leg warmers and a perm, and he had to put the seat as far back as it would go to get his long legs in. But the radio worked, so he just settled back and followed the satnav directions, thumping out the beat from a CD of old-school rock hits on the steering wheel.The route took him out over Salisbury Plain, on well-maintained civilian roads rather than the rutted army tracks he had got used to. It was getting on for sunset on a late summer evening, so the sun was low and the rolling landscape was bathed in orange light. Sean wondered how it was that civvy and military roads apparently had different weather systems. Whenever he was out on exercise it seemed to be raining.But now the weather was good, the roads smooth, and he found himself simply enjoying being out and about – until the satnav told him where to go.‘Your destination is on your right.’It was a rutted track, overlooked by trees.
