XIXBethan made her way up the narrow gravel path that wended its way around the carefully tended borders of Sal’s the herb garden. At the end, she passed through the gate to the yard and searched the bushes for Meow. He was due to see his vet, and she swore he knew what was coming even though she and Sal had not mentioned the word but said ‘v.e.t.s’ to stop him legging it. However, leg-it he had, and she’d not been able to find him.
She was about to go into the kitchen to see if there was a tin of tuna lurking in the cupboard that might tempt him when she happened to glance up at the face of the building.
‘Could it really still be here?’ she thought.
She went inside, all thoughts of tuna and Meow left her brain, and instead, she proceeded to go from room to room, starting with the downs
