“Well, if I knew where Little Lowland was, I might have a clue, but as it is…” He carried on shaking his head, then reached over and pressed the button on the radio set in front of him.
“Yes?” came the mechanical-sounding voice on the other end.
“Grace. Got a fare here, says they want to go to…” He looked down at the card again, “Turney farm. Near Little Lowland.”
“Turney? Never heard of it.”
“No clue at all, Grace? They seem to think it’s a campsite as well.”
“Hang on, I'll ask Dave…”
Grace’s voice grew fainter as she turned away and sought out the local wisdom of Dave. After a few garbled interchanges, she returned. “Dave says if you head up towards the A5, going towards Bicton, you should see the sign on the right. It’s a bit of a trek, he says.”
“Right. Thanks.”
“Oh, and he als
