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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Rachael Johns
  5. Title Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Chapter 57
  64. Chapter 58
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgements

‘Having fun yet?’ Dan asked, as he lowered himself down next to where I sat on the beach with Charlie, eating a piece of delicious hedgehog slice from Jedda’s cafe. Unable to help with the busy bee due to her fear of water, she’d generously supplied morning and afternoon tea for the troops, which Gail and her husband had transported in their boat.

‘If by “fun” you mean muscles I didn’t even know I had aching, and calluses forming on my hands, then I’m having the time of my life.’

He chuckled. ‘You have been working pretty hard. Thanks for helping out.’

‘The pleasure is all mine. It’s been a great opportunity to get to know everyone better.’

Sitting in small groups around us now were all the other volunteers, and there were plenty of them. This might have been the brainchild of Dan and me, but it felt like the whole town had got on board in some capacity. I’d discovered that many locals, like Dan, had also had a personal connection to Bill and were there as much for him as for the potential attention his castle could bring to Ragged Point.

Almost everyone had a story to tell, either because they’d worked with Bill on the boats, because they’d helped him find supplies for the castle or because they’d been frequent visitors to the island when he was alive. For some it was all three. I learned he had a great sense of humour, was a wonderful cook and grew much of his produce right here on the island, and that he loved animals. Apparently, Lion wasn’t his only pet; he’d also had some chickens and a goat who’d provided him with milk until not long before he died, when the goat passed away.

Not everyone appeared to be as fond of the cat as Dan was, however. One guy kept making underhanded comments about the wildlife—every time a lizard scuttled past or a bird landed nearby, he’d say something about being glad the feral feline had been banished.

Although I was one of the few who hadn’t known Bill when he was alive, not once had I been made to feel like an outsider.

‘Are you pleased with how it’s all going?’ I asked Dan now.

‘Couldn’t be happier. We’re clearing things a lot faster than I thought we could.’

‘What’s the next stage of your project, then?’

‘I’ve been talking to a construction company that are going to assess the damage and see how much we need to spend on strengthening the walls before we allow the public out here. But whether we can do that, or indeed when, will depend on how much it costs and if we can cobble together the funding.’