CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEThe day that Amandine fell into the lock began in speckled sunshine under clouds so perfectly formed that they looked as if they had been cut out and pinned onto the sky. It started with Tyler knocking on the Dragonfly’s cabin door, bearing three plates of scrambled egg and lardons.
“Hangover food. Go on, try some. The French really know how to do bacon – not that watery stuff we get at home – this is the real deal.” She licked her fingers. They had moored the night before near the village of Coulanges, “So much red wine, so little time,” she’d carolled as they’d set about putting to the test more Burgundy appellations than perhaps they should have done.
Colin emerged blinking a little, already on nodding acquaintance with his headache, “Ouch. Maybe some coffee first…”
