As winter dusk turned to darkness, the tractor headlights formed a beam that wavered
across the moorland as the digger cut into the icy peat. The cab was freezing and
the farmer’s breath formed white wisps as he lurched and cursed to manoeuvre the
machine. Finally, admitting defeat loudly although there was no-
‘What have you been up to?’
‘Don’t ask.’ His tone caused Sheila to hesitate for a second.
‘You look as if you’ve been bathing in the ditch not filling it in, Brian!’ she said, forcing a laugh.
‘I’m going for a shower. What time’s tea?’
‘Not till six-
But he was already on his way upstairs and she continued preparing the meal until