XVIThe morning saw the sun finally return after a wild night of lashing rain, thunder, and lightning.
Sal opened the back door and let the grumbling Meow out; he hated being locked up in the house and shot out into the yard and sat on the damp flagstones, surveying his empire. Sal followed him out to check on her chickens and the bees.
Bethan gingerly stepped outside, her hair a mop of unkempt tresses and she yawned as she blinked in the sunlight. The wind had brought down lots of leaves that lay strewn upon the stones. Sal’s string of shells had been tossed into the corner and left in a crumpled heap.
Bethan tip-toed over the flags and collected up the shells, hanging them back on to the nails in the trellis.
The honeysuckle was bent down with the weight of the water but as she brushe
