She handed it to him.
“The Observer's Book of Birds,” he read from the cover.
“I borrowed it from Maggie Miller,” Angela said. “I love birds, Gerry, and thought it might be nice if I could identify them when I see them. We might see some down on the sports field, looking for worms and things.”
“But we only get sparrows and blackbirds round here, Angie.”
“Don't be daft. I've seen greenfinches, robins and lots of birds I don't know the names of.”
“Oh well, if it makes you happy, that's okay.”
It was quite a walk from the accommodation block to the far side of the sports field, where the grandly named 'pavilion' stood. It was a small, wooden building, with two cramped changing rooms for opposing teams, whether it be for cricket, football, rugby or whatever, and a small central area wher
