Chapter 8
Before we knew it, Easter was upon us. As we both had the long weekend free, Mark and I discussed going away for the holiday. Sam and Billy’s parents had recognised their offspring needed a few days break from exam revision, so they agreed we could take the boys with us.
We thought renting a cottage would be preferable to staying in a guesthouse or hotel. It would afford us greater privacy. If the cottage was in a remote setting, so much the better.
I brought up the subject of where to go during one of my sadly all-too-infrequent lunches with Mary. It seemed her aunt had a holiday cottage just outside the town of Hexam.
“Where’s that?” I asked, only having the vaguest notion it was further north.
“Northumberland.”
“Oh.” That wasn’t very far from where Mark’s dad lived.
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