On the Beach
The north paddock was waterlogged. McAndrews studied Thea’s letter then walked her to the south side of the village. That runway was in no better condition.
‘When will this weather break?’ Thea said, frustrated. Hastily she added, ‘Sir.’
McAndrews shrugged at the slate-grey sky, filled his pipe, tamped and lit it, and took a few mournful puffs.
High above the clouds lay the blue vault of the sky, brilliant sunshine – and the reason for Thea’s existence.
‘Why have they posted me here if there’s nothing to do?’ Thea said.
McAndrews gave a wry smile. ‘Well spotted, captain.’
This is #13 in the ‘Beyond the Streets‘ sequence.