The sign over the door says ‘The Kitchen’. She’s been wandering around all day; the perfect destination hasn’t shown up the way it was supposed to, and now it’s really too dark to go on looking. She’ll have to put off the search until tomorrow. She’s lost count of the villages and towns she’s driven through, keeping close to the coast all the time. She stopped the car in a few of them, to walk around and smell the sea and get a feel for the place. Once she thought she might have found what she was looking for, but after an hour of exploring and pottering around the shops she decided against it; nothing jumped out and grabbed her. She stopped at lay-bys a couple of times and fed Jones, and let him wander round sniffing at the grass for a few minutes while she sat half-in and half-out of the car and looked at the map and wondered if she’d ever find what she wanted. Once, an old man out walking came over to see if she needed directions.
