CHAPTER 34
Grant pulled into the entrance to the mobile home park ignoring the 5mph sign. He took the left fork which took them down towards the river, the quietest part of the site. It was the jolt of driving over the first sleeping policeman which woke Sara. She looked around as the car’s headlights picked out mobile homes on either side of the narrow lane.
“Where are we?” she asked.
Grant looked at her and smiled. “We’re on our holidays. Haven’t you ever stayed in a caravan before?”
“Once I think,” she replied, “when I was little. Mum and dad took me to Whitby and we stayed in a caravan. I can still remember the sound of the rain on the roof when I was tucked up in bed. I felt so secure.”
Grant pulled up outside a large green 26ft van and parked on the embankment overlooking the ri
