‘Bye,’ Chloe muttered. Now the mother and baby were gone, Chloe resolved to hurry back to the Crow’s Nest and steel herself to try again to contact Hannah. She was a few yards from the steps when a loud rip and a crash stopped her in her tracks. The noise was followed by shouts and the barman and fisherman running to the harbour. The large festival banner strung onto poles by the harbour had snapped clean out of its fastenings and was flapping wildly in the wind. One end dangled in the water but the other was still roped to the pole.

As the two men approached, there was a sharp snap and the other end broke free of the pole.

‘Run!’ The men dived for cover, and the banner just missed them. It sailed through the air, dragging a wheelie bin with it before dropping into the harbour. Chloe ran to the quayside to see it floating in the harbour and blocking the entrance a few feet from Drew’s boat.

In seconds, Drew had climbed over the side of the Marisco and onto the small fishing boat berthed next to it. His feet were bare which meant – no, he couldn’t be – but he was … slipping over the side of the boat into the water and swimming towards the banner. People started to gather around the harbour while Drew towed the huge plastic poster towards the slipway. Chloe jogged over to the crowd. There were shouts of ‘be careful, mate’ and two fishermen in wellies ran down to meet him. The banner must have been heavy, with its wet ropes and metal eyelets, but Drew managed to reach the slipway where the fishermen got hold of the end of it and dragged it onto the cobbles.

Drew emerged from the water, dripping wet but laughing.

Chloe heard the locals ask if he was OK. He grinned and one slapped him on the back.

‘It’s that there bloody Poldark,’ said a grizzled fisherman.

Drew pushed his hair off his face and shook water off his arms.