SCOTTISH GENESBella Italia was a terrific place, Daisy reckoned. The small Italian restaurant in
Kirkinwall welcomed the Walkers with open arms. So far, this was their third
visit in a week, and the place was never full, even on a Friday night as it was
now. No wonder they liked the generous-tipping Londoners so much.
The restaurant didn’t go for the
whole check-print, table-cloth thing, but
Mateus Rose bottles turned into candle holders were positioned in the centre of
the tables, and red, green and white bunting hung
around the walls. The waiter and the chef were Italians, though, and the
two of them exchanged regular, heated exchanges they didn’t seem to care if
customers heard.
Katrina’s instructions in her
head, Daisy encouraged her family to go for pizzas. And dough balls
