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Sundown
‘Don’t worry: where we’re going, a hangover will be the last thing you worry about,’ Paul said, as he steered them into traffic on the A30. ‘But, if you need to stop really quick, give me as much warning as you can.’
‘I’ll live. I think. Where are we going, anyway?’
‘You’ll see. It’s not far now.’
A short while later, they turned off the duel carriageway and into the country lanes. Paul drove at Sunday-driver speed, but even so, by the time they pulled up at a small car park next to a field, Grace was only just keeping her stomach down. The fresh air had never felt better as she staggered out of the car.
‘Right, this way,’ Paul said, taking a massive hold-all out of his car’s boot and slinging it over his shoulder.
‘What’s that?’
‘My gear.’
Grace looked at the stile bes
