Page 12 of Summer Showers at Elder Fell Farm

Harry moved round to the other side of the tent.

‘Here,’ said a male voice behind her, making her jump. ‘You look chilly. I thought you might like this.’

She turned to see a tall man in a waterproof coat with his hood up, holding out a mug of hot tea which steamed in the cool dampness of the afternoon.

‘Thank you! That’s so kind of you,’ she said, struggling to her feet, pushing her hair back out of her eyes.

‘Here, let me give you a hand.’ He reached up to tighten the guy rope Harry had been holding. As his hood slipped slightly backwards, she got a better look at his face. There was something familiar about him, as if she’d seen him somewhere before. He looked at home in the campsite: an outdoorsy type, no longer young but not yet middle-aged, with windblown hair and hiking boots. Why was he so familiar? Perhaps he was a customer at the bakery where she’d once worked? Did he live in one of the flats near hers? Or … what did Bear Grylls actually look like? She tried to remember, narrowing her eyes and looking at him more critically. It came to her in a flash.

Oh God.

She did know who he was.

He was Oliver Sutherland’s dad.

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