It was still snowing outside, although only a little. Lucy walked through a dusting of snow up the farm lane to the high street, where most of the stalls had closed up for the night. Only a couple selling after-hours takeaway food were still operating, but a large number of people still walked up and down the street, some taking pictures, others holding hands.
The Lighthouse Keeper was literally overflowing. As the hideous wail of someone slaughtering White Christmas came through open windows, Lucy made her way up through a beer garden filled with people standing around outdoor paraffin heaters, drinking and laughing, and went in through the doors.
Dom from the Bodmin Balloon Club was standing on a chair, spraying a laughing crowd with fake snow from a can as he bellowed and wheezed his
