CHAPTER 14
Sara was grooming her pony at the stables when a red MGB roadster pulled up in the approach road. She turned and looked at the young driver behind the wheel. He was good looking, about thirty with thick wavy blonde hair which peeped out from under his flat cap. He wore a brown tweed jacket and beige coloured cavalry twill trousers. Sara thought he had just climbed out of the pages of Country Life.
He got out of the car and walked across the gravel road. It scrunched under his brown leather brogue shoes. Sara went back to grooming Scout.
“Sara?” he called. “Sara Mattherson?”
“Who wants to know?” Sara said cautiously.
“My name’s George Travers,” he said. “I worked for your father.”
Sara reached out and shook his hand after putting the brush down on a nearby bench. Scout nodd
