7
Quimbeck
The landlord, who introduced himself as Len Connelly, brought over their drinks. Bonnie lifted an eyebrow at the sight of a large glass of red. The landlord smiled. ‘It might take some time to get your car down, but luckily we had a cancellation upstairs for a twin room. Since you were so inconvenienced, I’d be happy to offer you a steep discount.’
‘That’s very kind of you,’ Bonnie said. ‘We really must be pressing on to Christmas Land, though. I have to be back at work in a few days.’
The landlord grimaced. ‘Well, if you really must go to that hideous place, you can catch a train in the station is at the end of the village. It’s the third stop, the one labelled Ings Forest.’
‘There’s a train?’ Debbie asked.
‘It’s part of the Lake District Heritage Line. Although, the whol
