DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO
By the morning, Vicky had slipped away, lost in her sleep. As the sun rose, David and Sam stood in the centre of Ledsey Cross and looked around the silent village. ‘For what it’s worth,’ Sam said, ‘I think she was right. With a bit of work, this place could be as good as we imagined. We’ll have a look at the solar panels later, see if we can get some lights working. I reckon the water supply is salvageable too. I’m no plumber, but between us we should be able to reverse engineer it or something.’
‘Doesn’t matter,’ David said. ‘We can carry buckets from a stream if it comes to it. From memory, Vicky said something about there being a lake not far. Fancy a spot of fishing?’
‘Never thought I’d hear myself say this, Dave, but yeah, I do.’
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