When he’d returned he was showered and there was no sign of his earlier anger. He was delighted with the omelette and opened a bottle of his wine to go with it. The conversation had turned to her day and she’d quietly mentioned her jewellery. Euan had insisted on seeing it and had become animated when she’d told him of her idea to find new beads and adornments wherever she travelled.

“There’s a place in the village,” he’d explained. “I’ll take you there tomorrow. River Rainbow it’s called, run by Mary. She’s the most amazing woman. Set up here over thirty years ago. Lucy bought most of her fabrics and bits and pieces there. She and Mary worked on several projects together. I’ve got an idea Mary has one of the rooms in her shop dedicated to beads.”

So here they were, bright and early, stopped on the edge of Margaret River, or ‘the village’ as Euan called it. The river itself wandered through one end of the town named after it.

“I have a couple of people to see,” Euan said as they continued on into the town. “Tell Mary you’re with me and she’ll look after you.”

Even though it was early there were quite a few people in the main street, which was lined on either side with shops, offices and eateries. There were chairs around tables under umbrellas, signs on sandwich boards and fluttering sails; spread among them groups of people strolled in the sunshine.

“Tourists,” Euan said. “Love them or hate them, they’re our bread and butter these days.”

He pointed out River Rainbow and managed to find a park down a side street nearby. “How long will you need? I know what Lucy was like once she got into that place. Time just disappeared at Mary’s,” he said. “I’ll probably be an hour and then we can go on to Bunbury and collect your things.”

Keely’s face lit up. He hadn’t mentioned that when they’d left the house.

“Great, and an hour’s plenty of time for me. I only want a few things.”

Euan chuckled and got out of the car. “That’s what Lucy used to say.”

Keely made her way back towards the main street with a spring in her step at the thought of retrieving her phone and wallet. She only hoped the phone wasn’t broken.

She passed a weatherboard cottage set back from the road. The front garden had several square wooden tables sheltered by dark green market umbrellas. An old-fashioned sign hung over the fence proclaiming Anna’s Kitchen. There were several people sitting at the tables already.