Chapter Seventeen
The sound of clapping drifted over to Diane as soon as she stepped out of her car. She locked it and walked out of her office car park. Instead of turning towards the entrance to the building, she headed for the village green, from where the cheering was coming.
Tynebury Spring Festival was one of the highlights on the village calendar. Part village fête, part flea market, it always brought together the villagers for a friendly baking competition and some trading of whatever had not survived the yearly spring clean. It even drew visitors from the surrounding villages.
Diane headed for the adult refreshment stall. Thompson & Partners always sponsored the stall by supplying the wine.
It was not even noon yet, but the few high tables that were set up under a gazebo were
