CHAPTER 35
AS THE DAYS shortened, the golden sands lost their allure, and one by one the holiday cottages and second homes emptied. Mid-December brought the usual snow, wind, and hail; the sea rose and fell angrily in icy grey waves, and a walk along the empty beach was an endurance test and gave her no joy. The band’s gigs were few and far between, and Jamie seemed to be enthralled with Sara, his MatchULike Mia Farrow, and the current love of his life. Peter’s time was taken up rehearsing with the Am-Dram orchestra and choir for their Christmas show, and Lyn was at a loose end, yearning for the start of Spring and the chance to work again at her new project. She invested prematurely in some brushes and several pots of magnolia paint, ready for giving the café a face lift at the start
