6
Rain greeted Slim the next morning, but Mrs. Greyson was in as cheery a mood as he’d ever seen her when he explained he was going out.
‘Not the best day for the moors, is it?’ she said. When Slim shrugged, she added, ‘I mean, I do have an umbrella I could lend you, but you can hardly use it on your push bike, and in any case, the wind up there will play havoc with it.’
Slim considered calling her bluff and requesting it anyway, but decided to take his chances with his regular jacket. Mrs. Greyson did offer him an old ordinance survey map, however, with Trelee marked as an enlarged dot a couple of grid squares above where Penleven was granted rather more space than its sparse cluster of houses deserved.
The road was as he’d come to expect of Cornwall anywhere away from the A30 or A39:
