Number 13 in the authors’ Cherringham series.
As always, I enjoyed this novella. But I did have one thought in passing: at one point, Sarah ruminates on her school days, first during her days at a boarding school while her RAF family traveled, and finally at Cherringham Comprehensive:
She’d hated it — so lonely for her, and when her dad retired and the family moved to Cherringham, she’d been overjoyed to be going to a normal day school — albeit one with two thousand pupils.
Up until this point, I had pictured Cherringham as a small village. But a town with two thousand school-age children couldn’t be all that small – unless, of course, the English are unusually prolific. This definitely revises my view of the bucolic settings for the series.