9 Chapter 9

“We have to have so many because the price of wool is piss poor at the moment.”

“Don’t bloody swear,” Martin heard Nance say, followed by a light thwack, most likely from Nance’s spatula.

“Sorry, Mum.”

“They’re merino sheep, aren’t they?” Martin asked, already knowing the answer, but he felt the need to move the conversation on.

“Yeah, mate, that’s right.”

Martin recalled a holiday to Spain when he’d been little. His mother had dragged them to the bedding factory that produced all manner of merino wool items. He could still remember how soft it all felt, but the prices had put his parents off and they’d ended up just buying a couple of pillows which his mum and dad had kept on their bed.

“Do you want to wait for Matt to get back before you look round the station, or do you want to go now?” Bruce asked once they’d finished breakfast.

“Whatever’s easiest for you,” Colin told him.

“I think we should go now before it gets too hot.”