WE DIDN’T ACTUALLY walk on the road out from the farmhouse. If any vehicles chose that route, no way would we have gone unnoticed, so we stuck to the fields, using hedgerows as cover.
The call home to Dad had gone as expected. His heavy sigh had revealed his relief, followed by his single question of, ‘Do you know where you are, Son?’ Despite a suggestion from the farmer’s wife to await collection in the hay barn, I’d given Dad details of the road and direction we’d be following. I couldn’t afford to place the family in danger, if the vampires decided to come searching. As soon as I’d relayed the size of our party, he’d responded with, ‘We’ll be there as soon as we can’.
Although the generous offer of the woman had gone unaccepted, she’d refused to let us leave without filling us up with
