The Skylark's Secret, стр. 48

one of Mum’s old coats from the hooks at the door, one more suited to the stormy conditions than my own London coat. Putting it on, I shove the car keys into one of the pockets and pick up a bag containing the cassette player and tapes. I leave Daisy sitting in her high chair finishing off a slice of toast and honey in the warmth of the kitchen, and hurry down the path to the car. Groping in my pocket for the keys, my fingers close around something else. I draw out a small brooch. It’s ornately cast, a crown and anchor set in a wreath of leaves. It’s badly tarnished, but when I rub it with my thumb a glint of silver shows through the layer of black. As I stand there with it in the palm of my hand, the rain drips from the hood of my coat and glistens, like tears, on the scrolls of the leaves. This was the coat that Mum wore every day. She would have put her hand in the pocket and held this brooch, closing her fingers around it as she walked to the shop or went to visit Bridie.

A gust of wind buffets me, so strong it almost blows me off my feet, reminding me to get a move on. I put the brooch back in my pocket and fumble for the car keys. I’ll show Bridie the brooch next time she comes for tea. Maybe she’ll be able to tell me more about it.

The playgroup in the hall is the perfect way to spend a morning when the wind and rain keep us indoors. There’s a good turnout, and the children seem to love listening to their mums singing, accompanying them on drums, xylophones and rattles. Those who don’t have an instrument dance about while they wait their turn. By the end, everyone is laughing and breathless as we share out drinks and biscuits.

Elspeth and I are tidying everything away afterwards and a couple of the mothers have stayed behind to lend a hand.

As one of them helps me stack chairs, she says, ‘Do you think you’d maybe come and run something like this over in Gairloch sometimes? We’ve a playgroup there and I know the kids would love it. You could charge a fee – we’d be happy to pay, to cover your time and your petrol.’ She scribbles down her phone number on a scrap of paper. ‘Give me a call and we’ll get it organised.’

Elspeth grins at me. ‘Well, I would say that was a success. It was good getting so many of the young mums together, too – it can be lonely for them. We could see if the hall is free on a regular basis . . . maybe do this once a fortnight.’

As I drive back to the cottage, Daisy sings in her car seat, kicking up her legs in time, making me laugh. The lowering clouds crack open for a few moments and a shaft of silver light makes the waves sparkle. Instantly, my spirits lift like the seabirds that soar on the wind above us, buffeted by the gusts of the storm but still flying high.

Flora, 1942

Flora had hardly had a chance to see Alec after the shooting party, and when she did, she’d been unable to contain her feelings.

‘But Flora darling,’ he’d remonstrated, ‘Diana is nothing to me. It was my father who invited her up for the weekend. I didn’t even know she was going to be there until she appeared with her parents. She’s had a bit of a hard time of it, being jilted only a month before the wedding, although I’m sure she’ll find someone else now that she’s back in London.’

Instead of reassuring her, every word Alec spoke seemed to fan the flames of Flora’s insecurity. She was well aware that if Sir Charles had anything to do with it, Alec and Diana would be engaged again in a heartbeat. But she’d relented a little on his last day, not wanting to wave him off with that horrible distance yawning between them. She’d told him she loved him and allowed herself to relax in the circle of his arms.

But now that he was gone on duty with the convoys, she bitterly resented having argued with him at all. She missed him dreadfully, she confessed to Mairi as they crossed the parade square at the base, making for the canteen.

When they walked through the door, Bridie hurried out from her place behind the counter, her face pinched with grief. She was wiping her hands on a teacloth and continued to twist it in her distress as she told them the news.

‘The Carmichaels have had a telegram. I saw the postie knocking at their door on my way here this morning, so I popped in to ask Miss Cameron about it and she said it was bad news about Matthew, but she wouldn’t say if he was captured or hurt. He’s the one who was out in the Far East, isn’t he?’

Mairi nodded. ‘Last we heard. His battalion was in Malaya and then they were forced back to Singapore. I know she was worried about him when news came through of the surrender there. Mum was talking to her about it just the other day.’

‘Do you think we should call in after work?’

‘Let’s leave it until we know more. Mum’ll have gone round, I expect. We’ll hear soon enough.’

Flora reached over and gently took the dish towel from Bridie. ‘Sit down for a moment. This is a shock for us all.’

Matthew had been in the year above them at school, and his younger brother, Jamie, had been in their year. Johnny, the eldest, was three years older. All three of the Carmichael boys were courageous and skilful shinty players. In her mind’s eye Flora could see them practising with their sticks on the beach, their long limbs stretching with athletic ease as they