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you promise to sell us the cabin?”
    Sarah laughed aloud. “If you can get us out of this mess, you can have it."
    “I’m not after something for nothing.” Greg shook his head resolutely. “If we’re to have it, we’ll pay for it. I'd just like first refusal.”
    Sarah rose to pour yet another drink, but Greg raised his hands in protest: as much as he’d come to love booze of late, he couldn’t drink an endless supply of sherry.
    “There’s something else I’d better tell you, Greg.” The glibness had vanished from Sarah’s voice. “We’ve had a brilliant offer for the estate, which we're not in a position to refuse - unless you unearth buried treasure, as you put it.”
    “Then..?”
    “I’ve told you the cabin's as good as yours; it will make no difference to the sale of Penmaric. You and your girlfriend can have the property for the value of the land. The cabin was commissioned on a whim of Lawson's years ago, built on a shoestring and doesn't owe anyone a penny. The estate manager, Nigel and me have already discussed the situation, and I don’t think the price will be vast.”
    “Jan isn’t my girlfriend - she’s lovely, but…” Despite his words Greg felt he'd like to help Jan and Mick, and in some way repay them for their consideration. And in spite of the wealth he’d known in the past, and his present grandiose surroundings, Greg could think of nothing he'd rather own than the comparatively modest acreage and cabin at the rear of the house.
    ***
     "Two lattes?"
    "Well… I'll have one for sure," said Tammy as she turned to a shy-looking girl with lank mousy hair and a pale complexion. "You've got plenty of time before your bus comes, Molly. Stay for another cup and I'll walk with you to the stop..."
    "I've already ordered," cut in Goldie. "I can drink it if Molly has to rush off: I need to keep my caffeine level high in the absence of more potent stuff these days."
    "No need, I'll stay," said Molly, "I'm enjoying the chat; it's just that my parents start pestering if I'm not back." Her voice was suddenly thick and emotional. "They've had enough worry, and Jack's too much of a handful for them these days."
    "No problem at all," said Goldie considerately, looking at his watch. "We'll make sure you catch your bus." On taking a seat he flipped open a mobile. "These are my parents, look."
    The group sat comparing pictures, drinking coffee and chatting for some ten minutes or so.
    "I can't get over your little Jack, Molly," commented Tammy. "He looks such a rogue, so boisterous I'd imagine."
    "He doesn't take after me, you mean," said the self-deprecating young lady.
    "He will once you get your self-esteem back," said Goldie encouragingly. "You just don't feel very boisterous at the moment; I know I don't, but we'll get there."
    "I'm sure we all will," added Tammy as she finished her latte and stood. "We'd better be off now Molly… watch my things while I nip to the loo please."
    "I'll come with you," said Molly.
    "No prob’s with me," said Goldie with a chuckle. "I might try your eye-liner, Tammy, but I'll see no one nicks the rest of your stuff."
     
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    For the next few days, Greg and Jan worked doubly hard, on both the cabin and surrounding land. Greg found life hard going in the caravan - through some of the bitterest February weather on record. The temperature hardly rose above freezing and the biting wind remained almost constantly in the north-east. It wasn’t unduly cold in the caravan though; Greg found it relatively easy to keep warm with the new heater - and Red, despite his early lack of enthusiasm, seemed to have fallen in love with his new home.
    The problems arose when Greg wanted to do things normally taken for granted - like visiting the toilet, or showering. The site shower consisted of a crude twelve-holed brass rose, and delivered only biting cold water - when it wasn’t frozen up. Even a kettle of water was an effort to obtain at times.
    "I think I'm finding out what