CHAPTER THREE1
“Just in case,” echoed Macdonald to himself that evening, as he settled down by the log fire in his own sitting room at Fellcock. He had been round the flock of ewes with Jock and Betty and had been told that there should be some lambs by morning. He had helped Jock to load the trailer with dung from the midden and had driven the tractor while Jock did the muck-spreading and he had taken an axe and chopped enough logs to keep his fire going for a while. Now, pleasantly tired, he looked round his room and thought how comfortable and attractive it was. It was “the parlour” of the farmhouse, a good-sized low-ceilinged room, crossed by beams which were only a few inches above Macdonald’s head: there was a good fireplace, with stone surround and overmantel, and the mullioned win
