Chapter 4: CottageOctober, 1971
It wasn’t much. Phil didn’t need much. He sat in the car at the gate and examined the outside of the cottage he’d rented sight unseen. It had a rambling garden with what he assumed were things like hollyhocks and…peonies? And maybe marigolds? Or were they nasturtiums? After that he was lost. It wasn’t really relevant anyway. The important thing was that it was a hundred and fifty miles from London and although it had a telephone, no-one knew the number.
He hauled himself out of the door of the Vixen and stood for another moment, taking it in. The photograph had been pretty accurate. There was a slightly lop-sided porch that was weighted down with rambling yellow roses. The roof was thatched and not in very good condition. It was serviceable but clearly had
