Rose was on the road early the next morning. Her dad drove her to the airport in his dusty white van, chugging up the slow lane, dodging the lorries. The windscreen wipers were on the fastest setting as a torrent of rain followed them up the motorway.
“Typical British summer weather, eh?” He offered her a stick of gum which Rose politely declined. “Have you remembered everything? Sun cream, passport, European Health Card?”
Rose opened her rucksack and peered inside. Nestled beneath her book and sunglasses, she could just see her passport and tickets.
“Yep. Got everything.”
“What time are you meeting Shelly?”
Rose checked her watch. “In about half an hour. How much further is it?”
“Not long now. Don’t worry.” He slapped Rose’s thigh. “I’ll get you there in plenty of time. Look
