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Mince Pie Hunt
Lucy’s throat was aching by the time they got back to Tintagel cricket ground. She found her mother and father inside the pavilion, which had been turned into a kitchen of sorts, with trestle tables laden with trays of freshly baked mince pies and large jugs of frothy eggnog.
‘Did Ellie get off all right?’ Alan asked.
‘No problem,’ Lucy croaked. ‘It was a shame to see her go, but she said to make sure we all enjoy ourselves.’
‘We’re working on it,’ Valerie said, letting out an exhausted sigh. ‘Literally working on it. Your dad volunteered us for the mince pie hunt.’
‘The what?’
‘It’s an event for kids. Kind of like an Easter egg hunt.’ She turned to the table. ‘See all those? Each one has to be put into one of the coloured pots underneath the table.’ Valerie nudged
