The clapboard cottage she’d rented huddled in the lee of the mountain, the harbour below a pewter disk under the shifting clouds.
‘Is this all you’ve brought with you?’ Anders eyed Ginny’s wheelie case. ‘You know it gets very cold here in the winter?’
Being a cause for concern for anyone – even a taxi driver – moved her almost to tears.
‘I’ll be fine,’ she said, lifting the case to the kitchen table. ‘I can buy warm clothes here, right?’
He smiled, nodding. ‘Long underwear and Akevitt – that’s how to survive the cold. Camilla left some on the side for you.’ He pointed to the amber coloured bottle. ‘Akevitt, not underwear.’ He chuckled at his own joke.
He was soon gone in a flurry of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘thank yous’, leaving Ginny alone.
In a few days, the snow would start to fall – thick and heavy and isolating.
Would it be isolating enough?