As usual we drove around for another half hour before my husband even acknowledged my suggestion that we were lost.
Pulling up at the dark shabby little store was definitely a last resort for him, but he had no choice if we were to find our cottage before nightfall.
He was always the same, but with the recent landslips I didn’t want to be randomly driving around in the dark.
I sent him in, and sat in the van and waited, and waited.
That’s it, I stormed across the empty car park and barged through the dooooorrrrr, as the rest of the land slipped away.