CHAPTER 24
The weeks sped by and it was the middle of August before I got a chance to have a word with Stan. Liliad and I had spent hours watching the activity down on the quay; the good weather encouraging day trippers as well as the long-term holiday makers. Stan’s boat seemed to hardly be back in harbour before it was out again but one Monday I caught up with him early in the evening as he was tidying up.
‘Hello, Stan, you’ve been busy lately.’
‘Hi, Vee, yes I have; got to make hay as they say. How are you finding life in St Maabs?’
‘I’m loving it.’
‘And working for our Doug, how are you finding that?’
I grinned a little ruefully, ‘He’s fine, a bit eccentric but I like that – makes it fun.’ I shuffled from one foot to the other as though embarrassment was making me hesitant. ‘I’ve
