A camping holiday in Scotland was Jake’s idea. Some years ago, with a school friend on a fishing holiday at Loch Eigheach, he had been impressed by the beauty of the wilderness around Rannoch Moor and above all by its remoteness: you couldn’t even get a beer in the Rannoch Moor Hotel, only a scotch.
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LONDON
LONDONThe funeral of her husband and the trauma of the last few days had left an emotional Kate Briggs exhausted. Black suited her, but when she looked into the hall mirror, a drawn face with puffy eyes stared back. She turned away and went into the study. There was so much to do. One of her first tasks should be to put the flat up for sale. David’s dream, she sighed, an apartment overlooking the river. She fought back tears and forced memories of the happy, early years out of h
