Although the rugged Cornish coast was nothing like that of Southeast England, John felt what similarities there were tug at his memories.
Mitch, who had to be uncomfortable, crammed into the vehicle like he was, said little. John had no idea why the man had insisted on coming. Maybe he needed something from one of the shops?
“Do you live full time in the cottage?” John asked Mitch in an attempt to get the big guy to talk.
“Yes.”
Well, that was successful, he told himself.
“Me, too,” Nick said from the back. “The other three cottages are let to whoever wants to rent them, though we don’t get many who do. Morwenna seems quite selective in who she allows to stay.”
That hadn’t been John’s experience. Morwenna had practically been chomping at the bit to get him to sign up when he’d first contacted her. In fact she’d talked him into arriving a week earlier than he’d planned to.
“Bet it gets quite wild in the winter,” John said, glancing at Mitch.