The next morning, feeling like a man who’s just won the prize of an Aston Martin in a lottery – such can be the power of a first kiss with the right woman – Jake strode out of the gate of his lodgings, intent on quite a different interaction. Assuring himself that there were no lurking hoodlums, he hastened to the church at Thornton-le-Dale. Twice he stopped to admire an attractive floral display among the gardens. One in particular appealed to him where the householder had concentrated all her efforts on blue flowers of many different kinds; it was very eye-catching.
At the church, he entered the number of the churchwarden, which he hadn’t memorised on his previous visit, and made an appointment to meet in front of the house of worship. Jake decided not to take any chances and explored t
