That settled it. If the mother was slapping the buttons on the till, then he wasn’t buying. Confirming that with himself, he went on, past the back of the shady plant section where he was hidden behind two layers of tarpaulin. He crunched on in haste and back into sight at the next corner, where he slowed and wondered again why he wasn’t going to take the obvious route out of the situation: walk to the till and pay. It was the legitimate thing to do, a little awkward on his part perhaps, but then he would be gone and nothing more than another strange customer. Then he reasoned that if you were going to be strange, then you really ought to indulge yourself.
He saw the couple pay up at the till and head off towards the car park. On his left were two stable blocks that ran along to the entra
