‘Hi,’ Amber says, walking over. Lumin stays where she is, looking around her. The old man looks over his shoulder, eyes alighting on her blue hair and piercing. Surely, if Lumin had lived around these parts, she’d be easily remembered. Amber wonders again why nobody has come forward.

‘Are you serving food?’ she asks the woman behind the bar.

‘Of course, love,’ the woman replies, handing her a menu. ‘Just order what you want then find a seat. As you see, we’re very busy today,’ she adds with a small chuckle.

‘Always busy,’ the old man slurs into his beer. ‘Just keeps us all too busy.’

‘Great,’ Amber says, ignoring him and taking the menu. ‘What do you fancy?’ she asks Lumin, steering her away from the man, who’s back to staring at her again.

Lumin looks over Amber’s shoulder. ‘Something stodgy.’

‘I agree. Pie and chips? They do a cheese and onion one. I’ll have the beef and ale.’

Lumin gives her an a-okay sign with her finger and thumb. ‘Perfect.’

Amber places their order then pulls out the picture Lumin drew of the lodge. ‘Do you recognise this place?’ she asks the woman behind the bar.

‘Sorry, no,’ the woman replies as she looks at it. ‘But that’s Melbreck,’ she says, pointing to the hill.

‘I thought it was.’

‘Is there a waterfall near here?’ Lumin asks.

The girl nods. ‘Yep, about a ten-minute walk up there,’ she says, pointing out of the window and up the road. ‘Just take the stone track past the farm and follow the wall.’

Lumin squeezes Amber’s arm. ‘This must be the place.’

‘Hey,’ the woman says to the old man. ‘Do you recognise this? You’ve been around here longer than I have.’

The old man peers at the painting then towards Lumin. Amber notices then that one side of his face droops, like he may have had a stroke. She feels sorry for him. Clearly he’s had a hard life.

Something flickers in his eyes as he looks at the picture but then his face hardens. He shakes his head. ‘Nope.’

‘Are you sure?’ Lumin asks him, blue eyes scrutinising his face.

He turns back to his drink and stares down into it. ‘Sure I’m sure,’ he replies in a gruff voice.

‘Don’t mind him,’ the woman behind the bar says. ‘He makes a job out of being grumpy.’ She looks at him affectionately then nods towards the window. ‘Take a walk up to the waterfall after you eat and have a look. The view up there is braw. Best do it now before more snow comes though.’

‘Braw?’ Lumin asks.

‘Braw means nice in these parts,’ the old man says.

‘Oh, thanks.’