Jess Trevanion and her friend Viv stood under a green and white open-fronted awning anchored with steel pegs. Two hours earlier the long trestle table in front of them had been covered with cakes, scones and biscuits. Now it was bare but for a single cellophane-topped greaseproof bag. Comfortably cool in an apricot cheesecloth shirt over neutral linen trousers, Jess glanced at her watch. ‘It’s only half past four.’ ‘And we’ve sold the lot,’ Viv pointed out. ‘No point us hanging around here. Haven’t you got things to do at home?’ She was her usual colourful self: an orange and yellow tunic over lime green Capri pants. Cork-soled wedges revealed hot pink toenails. Jess looked across the field to where stalls and sideshows were arranged in a U-shape with the large brown tea tent at the top. ‘Elsie and Tegan are packing up,’ Viv said. ‘So’s Annie.’ They both looked at the solitary cellophane bag on the table. Viv stepped back. ‘I took them last time. Jimmy broke a tooth, remember?
