Also obvious – to Elle in particular – was that Anna’s hand had been behind each and every one of these events, working subtle magic, guaranteeing that each occasion would be remembered and treasured. It was one thing to hope that the town might be behind them in their quest to save the Bay Hotel, but quite another to think that she or Penny would be able to live up to such a legacy, and continue Anna’s work with the same dedication and expertise.

‘It’s just such a huge ask,’ she said to the others later that night, over dinner.

Penny had prepared cannelloni and Elle had braved the depths of the cellar to procure what Ned told them was a special bottle of wine. Hard work, since he couldn’t remember the year or vintage, or even where it came from. In the end, she had closed her eyes and chosen one at random.

‘Well, nothing worthwhile is easy,’ said Penny. ‘That’s what Mum always said when I was struggling with something.’

Elle was familiar with the maxim too. ‘Yes, but I’m not sure exactly what we’re hoping for here. Are we asking people for money? For labour? How do we turn all of this goodwill into something tangible?’

‘I think you’re asking people for whatever they can offer to help get you over this rocky patch,’ said Rob. ‘In return, they get the security of knowing this place will always be here whenever they need it. And if things go to plan, then the whole town will get the extra tourism boost a thriving hotel will provide.’