‘Bedroom, kitchen cum living room and bathroom. What else do you need?’
Annoyingly he had a point. ‘I guess,’ said Daisy. ‘I’m not sure the council would be keen.’
‘Then ask. It’s only a phone call to the planning office, they’ll soon tell you what they will and won’t be happy with. Is it listed?’
Daisy shrugged. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind. ‘Don’t know.’
‘You’d need to investigate first to know what restrictions are on it. If you didn’t fancy living there yourself holiday lets do well around here. Or there’s commercial use.’
‘Not many trains now though,’ said Daisy, before taking a swig of her drink.
‘Huh, you’re funny. I mean turning it into a business. People love olde worlde venues for parties, and cafés always thrive in seaside resorts. It’d make a really quirky bar. You could have loads of railway memorabilia up on the walls.’ He brushed his wayward dark hair off his forehead.
Daisy reached down to the box at her feet. ‘Like this?’ she said pulling out the almost bald brush.
‘Yeah, exactly, people go crazy for that sort of thing.’
Max made her smile. She wasn’t entirely sure why, maybe it was because he was uncomplicated and easy to read. She liked that.
‘Look I’d better make a move,’ said Daisy. ‘Aunt Coral will be expecting me back.’
‘But you’re a big girl now.’
She paused, there was nothing to rush back for. ‘Okay, I’ll text her while you get another round in.’
Max checked his pockets. ‘Diet Cokes all round then.’
Daisy went to the loo. She noted the lack of graffiti as she entered the cubicle, but when she pulled down her jeans she felt something scratch her bum. The surprise made her leap forward and bump herself on the cubicle door. ‘Ow,’ she cried.
‘You all right in there?’ came a thick accented voice from the cubicle next door.
‘Yeah, sorry. I just … actually, never mind. I’m fine thanks.’ Daisy tugged her trousers back up and pulled the offending thing from her back pocket – it was the letter the solicitor had given her.
Daisy roughly opened the envelope and pulled out the thick folded sheet inside, Great Uncle Reg’s words dancing in front of her eyes.
My Dearest Daisy,
I am sorry to think that I will not see you again. One of my greatest regrets in life was not being blessed with a child of my own. However, as my great niece, you have more than filled that gap in my life. From the moment your dear mother handed you to me at a week old I knew my heart was lost. As humans we are capable of love on many different levels and I am happy to say I have loved you your whole life as if you were my own. I have seen life strike its blows and watched you stand up and fight back and I am immensely proud of the rounded adult you have become.
I would have loved you to make your life here in Ottercombe Bay, but I understand your reasons for not doing so. I have enjoyed following your travels but it was always bittersweet to see you start to settle somewhere only to uproot yourself and move on again. I believe you are a restless soul, Daisy, and it troubles me. I am the first to encourage young people to explore this amazing world but that needs to be done from a solid base – a firm and secure home. The nest to return to in times of storm if you like.
This is why I want you to spend one year in Ottercombe Bay. I do not wish to restrain you but to help you mend your wings in order to fly higher next time. A stay here will help you to finally lay to rest the ghosts of your past, something your father never managed to do.
The railway station was left to me by your grandfather but I always felt I was only minding it until a time it should pass to you. You have great flair Daisy and the cheek of the devil so I’m sure you will make good use of this to fund what I hope will be a very happy and healthy future. Until we meet again, I remain your ever-loving
Great Uncle Reg
She folded the paper and blinked back the tears before opening it again and rereading it. She knew Reg had loved her and had to admit he had been a worthy stand-in for her grandparents who had seemed to die in quick succession when she’d been in her teens. Sadly people dying had not shocked Daisy at the time – she expected people to die, her mother had and if the most important of all people could be wrenched from you then nobody was safe. She had spent her life cocooning herself, keeping a safe barrier from other people to save herself from future heartache as best she could.
When she rejoined Max at the bar he was playing with a beer mat.
‘I thought you’d gone out the window,’ he joked.
‘Not my style,’ she said, although as she uttered the words she realised exiting tricky situations via the quickest route possible was exactly her style but Max didn’t need to know that.
‘What is your style?’ asked Max looking interested. ‘I’ve no idea what you do for a living.’
Daisy hated questions like this because they made her think about her career path to date, which was uncoordinated, some might say haphazard. ‘I’ve got quite a few strings to my bow,’ she said. But Max appeared to be expecting a more detailed answer. She thought back. ‘I studied Film Production and Design for a while at uni where I did some part-time bar work but quit early to be an extra on a film set in Ireland. I got on a ferry and basically worked my way around half of Europe. I did some work in a call centre before travelling through the Netherlands, Germany and Italy waitressing mainly.
‘Then I went to stay with Dad in Goa for a few months and worked in a hotel for a while but it wasn’t for me. I decided to go back to uni to study Environmental Management but it was the wrong decision. A few months later I set off to do the other half of Europe, starting with Spain where there was more waitressing and bar work then went to France and met this guy …’ As soon as she’d said it she wished she hadn’t, she could see the look in Max’s eyes. She focused on the table and continued. ‘He had big ideas, mainly get rich quick schemes, all of which failed but we set up a mobile food van. It wasn’t glamorous but it was a steady business we could grow. Then he bought into another stupid scheme and we lost everything.’ She took a deep breath. ‘So I came back to good old Blighty and I’ve been working around the South East for the past few months.’
Max blew out his cheeks. ‘Quite varied then.’ Daisy agreed and they both fell silent. Perhaps she had over shared.
Daisy took a sip of her drink. She held her locket between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a little rub. ‘Reg left me a letter. There’s a condition attached to me having the railway station. I have to stay here for a whole year.’
She thought for a moment and then tugged the letter from her back pocket and pushed it across the table. She studied Max as his eyes slowly made their way down the paper. He had dark intense eyes, ridiculously long eyelashes and a warm even tan. She didn’t really remember him at primary school but she did remember the gangly youth who used to hang around the beach when she visited. She recalled a row with her father about him too and she racked her brains to try
