She rolled on to her back and lay for some moments, staring at the ceiling, thinking through the events of the previous day No revelation had been revealed to her at three o'clock, as Liv had foretold, but she felt too tired to pursue her anxiety: tired but not relaxed. Presently she got out of bed, pulled on a thin cotton dressing gown and went downstairs. Frobisher opened an eye and thumped his tail once or twice but showed no desire to rise. Julia pushed the kettle on to the hotplate, took a mug from the dresser and spooned in coffee and sugar. Yawning hugely she unlocked the back door and looked out into the early summer morning. No wind stirred the soft, warm air; the sun had already risen high above Rough Tor. Julia made her coffee and, pushing her bare feet into gumboots, stepped out into the garden. She crossed the grass to stand beside the wall where she could look over the moor towards St Breward and, far beyond, to the white china clay pyramids behind St Austell. It was eerily quiet; no birds sang.
