Fumblings

Lance recognised the knock at the door, two short ones followed by a longer one - a beat and a half later. He knew his visitor never waited to be called and Lance had just enough time to slip his cherished copy of The Boys’ Big Rugby Annual 1974 under the stack of buff-covered files… Continue reading 4. Lockdown →

Camilla was sitting in an armchair in front of the log-fire blazing way in the huge farmhouse inglenook, her nose deep in a thick hardback book. Baz, who had just come inside from his tour of the orchard, clapped his arms to his shoulders for warmth and removed his red Gloucester hat with its enormous… Continue reading 3. More French Leave →

OG was in the dining room staring bleary eyed at his laptop screen as Camilla sashayed past him, brushing his arm with the folds of her newly-acquired Louis Rees Zammit satin shirt. “Shit!” he muttered to himself. Camilla plucked a sugared almond from the silver filigree dish on the side board. She popped it into… Continue reading 2: French Leave →

Vickery was gently brushing the slivers of glass from the ancient rug – once the prized possession of that great mogul, Sila of Puafisi – into a gilded dustpan. The ageing retainer sighed. “I venture to suggest sir, though I know little of these things, that your accuracy is somewhat better than that of Mr… Continue reading 1: Follow the Money →