The weeks came and went. June arrived with settled sunny weather. Although the business with Raggy seemed to be definitely in the past, Red felt oppressed during his free time in the town. The place felt cramped and airless. He had an increasing need to get away to more open vistas.
On fine evenings and weekends, when he wasn"t with Sally, he cycled out of the town and was miles into the hills in less than an hour. He called at village shops and treated himself to a home-made pie or pasty, then lay on his back in the grass and watched the summer clouds forming and changing above him. At these times he felt something akin to a sense of wellbeing.
But he was constantly dogged by the sense of foreboding that had begun on that fateful Saturday by the river. He wondered if he would ever be ri
