Dead of Winter

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Peter felt his back wheel slide on the ice and compacted snow as he turned off the gritted main road and onto the lane. The weather was getting worse.

Shit. . he swore to himself. . This is definitely the last call of the day. It was nearly dark at just three o’clock in the afternoon. He was looking forward to getting back to his woodburner and his supper.

As he crawled up the narrow lane the headlights on the old Jeep bounced back from the fast-falling snow and black hedges loomed up on either side of him. He rose another half a mile, out of the freezing fog, and saw the house on the right-hand side. Blackdown Barn was etched on a plaque fixed to a stone pillar on the right. He pulled over and leant forward on the steering wheel to get a better view. It was the first time he’d seen the house properly — usually the trees obscured it from sight. It was the first time he’d been this way since the leaves fell and the snow came.

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