Morag Higgins
Hi, I'm Morag Higgins, thank you for taking the time to read my page. I write articles for equestrian magazines and equestrian training books but my real passion is for SciFi and Horror, I absolutely love it, I am a proud Dr Who fanatic (have been all my life and yes I can remember the very first Doctor!!). I am very proud of my book Eye of the Unicorn and yes there are three more in the series (my publisher has them at the moment). I have recently written my first Sci Fi/Horror and Horror which are also with my editor at the moment.
I am so pleased you have taken the time to read this and hope we can chat soon!
You can see some of our work at the website www.scottishhorsehelp.co.uk
I have several published books out at the moment:-
Bruja -
This is the true story of a life shared and a relationship formed over twenty years, between Morag Higgins and her companion, a horse called Bruja. At times humorous, often deeply emotional but overall one woman's story of a lifelong bond between her and a horse from which she learned so much. Morag has been riding for over thirty five years and teaching for almost three decades. She has had the privilege to have known and worked with many, many horses in her career having participated in several disciplines such as jumping, dressage, one day eventing, showing and western riding. In 'Bruja' Morag encapsulates the life of one horse and its profoundly moving effect on all who knew her.
Equido Horsemanship For the 21st Century -
Equido is a way of living with horses, a way which influences every single thing we do with our equine companions, right from the moment we step into their world, be it mucking out, making feeds, leading, grooming rugging etc, it is not just about when we sit on their backs and expect them to obey.
Equido teaches us how to have feel for everything you do with the horse, it is about the big picture, the whole picture. We know that a horse that is not cared for or handled properly will not be in a good or happy state of mind and this in turn will affect their performance when being ridden.
Through the pages of this book we will give you an insight into Equido, horsemanship for the 21st century.
Equido The Path of Least Resistance -
The primary reason for the development of Equido® was to educate people from basic to advanced horsemanship in a method that is sympathetic to the horse’s needs. Equido® been accredited by LANTRA for 10 years and in that time there have been well over 500 students who have studied the system. The premise for writing this book was to show people another viewpoint in working with horses.
You will see in this book vets, farriers, bodyworkers and trainers going about their day to day work as a result some of the pictures you will see show horses coming in from the field who may not have been groomed or photo shopped. What we wanted to show in this book was an honest representation of the day to day work carried out on a yard. We also wanted to show that it is not just the trainer that is involved with the horse but it is a team of very skilful equestrian professionals.
We hope that in reading this book you find something that is beneficial not only to your horse but to yourself and perhaps this will start you down the path of least resistance.
The Good Children
A heart-warming and emotional story of two very special dogs Tag and Tess as told through their eyes. This is suitable for all ages.
Poppy Pinto Plays Peek-a-Boo
Poppy Pinto Plays Peek-a-Boo is the first in a series of wonderful stories about a beautiful horse and all her friends. Poppy is on a quest to learn how to play peek-a-boo. From ages 3 upwards this will appeal to all children, especially animal lovers and is the perfect read along story for parents and children.
The Eye of The Unicorn -
On a dying planet two species complete for survival. The San, a people who have been divided into tribes through war bigotry and hate, their population devastated by a mysterious illness. Their rivals, the Cuc, a hive species who declare all out war on the San.
Born into this world are twin sons of the Chieftain of the Warrior Clan of the Chai, Remruc and Curmer. After the death of their father, they are burdened with the task of saving their people. Together they formulate a radical plan which could untie the divided clans.
Taking advantage of the race weakened by illness and held together by very tenuous bonds, the Cuc, a formidable enemy of the San take them to the very brink of destruction. When all seems lost a secret is uncovered, a secret that may secure the safety of their people but a secret that has a darker side and a high price will be paid for survival.
A fast-paced action packed adventure that will keep you turning the pages to find the answers and leave you breathless as the legend of Remruc and Curmer unfolds.
All of the above are currently available from all major on line stores. Books due for release this summer are:-
The Eye of the Unicorn - The Price of Paradise -
The next instalment in the Eye of the Unicorn series is as fast paced and action packed as the first. This continuation of the story of Remruc and Curmer, the twin chieftains of the alien race called the San, will leave you breathless and eager for more. As the plot unfolds deep dark truths are discovered and universe changing decisions made.
The Idor, builders of the gateway discovered on the San world have a deadly secret. Now that the San have become uninvited guests on their world, the Idor see an opportunity that may give them the upper hand in a dangerous game they are playing. Curmer, trying to convince the Idor to allow his people to stay inadvertently ties the San forever to their purpose. It may be a decision he will live to regret. What is the secret of the Idor, what will Remruc and Curmer’s people have to do for sanctuary on this world, what will be the true price of paradise.
The Eye of the Unicorn - The Grieving God
The third book of the Eye of The Unicorn series continues the story of the Elidorsan and the children of Remruc and Curmer. After centuries of peace and harmony the Elidorsan begin to notice that fewer of the ordinary San citizens are being selected by the Idor to join their elite immortal ranks.
Mora is pregnant with her first child and does not find maternal instincts come naturally. Her child has immense power and his existence was predicted by the Idor centuries before, he has a very important role to play and the Idor are concerned that Mora’s coldness will turn the child onto the wrong path before he had been born. Making a radical decision they remove him from Mora before he is born and raise him in the city of the Idor, training his advanced mind in preparation for his tasks in life, returning him in secret to be raised by a surrogate Elidorsan family out with Mora’s influence.
As time passes Shosten, Remruc’s grandson senses a deep unrest amongst the San of the city of Nemn. As he investigates he is shocked at the changes in the ordinary people, their characters flawed and arrogant as they no longer revere the Elidorsan. Knowing the Idor will not tolerate such behaviour he tries to find the root of the problems and encounters the twisted despot heir to the Chieftain’s throne behind an insidious plot. The Elidorsan Duren who is stationed as a liaison officer in the city has been preoccupied with protecting the aged Chieftain against assassination plots and has been unable to warn Shoshten of the problems in the city. Events come to a head as the Chieftain is assassinated and Shoshten framed for the murder. The Idor demand that the San be banished from Idor and the Elidorsan forces find themselves fighting their own kind and forcing them from their world.
The Elidorsan High Chieftains Deyka and Mora appeal to the Idor who relent and allow those San loyal to the Elidorsan to live on a safe and guarded planet, allowed to grow and finally devolve as nature intended. Those guilty of treason and disloyalty are also guarded on a separate world, prevented from escape and left to their own devices and eventual extinction. Duren has fallen in love with a San girl and although he knows she will age and die he elects to accompany her to the saved San world where they live till her death. Duren is beside himself with grief and the love between them becomes a legend amongst the Saved San.
The Elidorsan extend their protection to all life in the universe, ensuring that civilisations are allowed to develop in peace and harmony and stepping in to address any imbalance. During a visit to the Saved San world Deyka and Mora encounter a strange being in a stolen alien craft. They question the Idor about this and the reaction shocks them. The Idor are afraid, there now begins a deadly search as a new evil encroaches on the universes, an evil that the Idor have been keeping a secret.
The Eye of the Unicorn - The Lost Child
The last in the Eye of The Unicorn Series finds Sara, the human child rescued by Duren, growing up on Idor as an Elidorsan. She is a vital link for the Elidorsan who are searching for Shoshten’s son Merkan as the creatures that attacked her people are the same species that caused the anomaly which drew Merkan’s ship into an unknown universe. They scour the different universes seeking any clues as to the whereabouts of the missing crew and unknown to them Cultok, the son of the High Chieftains of the Elidorsan Deyka and Mora had stowed away on Merkan’s ship when it went missing.
Merkan’s ship has been destroyed as they materialise into a fierce space battle above a blue planet. The attacking ships hovering above the planet are decimating the native forces and Merkan is forced to choose sides as the attackers turn their attention to the battered Elidorsan craft. They are supported by the native crafts but their ship is critically damaged and Merkan choses to destroy the master craft of the attackers by crashing into it. They transport themselves onto the planet but despite this only five of his crew survive the attack and are immediately emersed in a firefight assisting the natives of this world. Cultok has survived and as far as the Elidorsan know he is just the son of Lord Duren’s servants. The planet they are on is Earth and now they must forge an alliance with the humans of this world if they ever want to get back home.
This is a nail biting finale to the Eye of the Unicorn Series, Sara had no knowledge of humans or her home world and Cultok is now living on Earth. The enemies of the humans and Elidorsan are part of the dark secret that the Idor have been keeping and now all of the pathways are merging into a gripping explosive conclusion that will have you on the edge of your seat.
The Engineer -
Juggernaut 90, a deep space pleasure freighter on course for Colony Planet Echo One is six months into a two- and half-year journey. On board passengers and crew are in stasis leaving ships AI JOE 90 and David Bockerat engineer, the only active human crew member to deal with any breakdowns whilst in deep space.
David who is nearing retirement after years of service with the fleet finds himself dealing with an almost constant stream of minor breakdowns, a situation that he has never experienced before. To his surprise he found the personality program for the AI had not only been switched off by the previous engineer who had been on the ship for almost fifty years before his unexpected death, but the personality files were missing.
During one of his maintenance checks he stumbles upon the missing files for the AI and re-installs them, activating JOE 90 to full capacity. The AI seems to be very amenable and develops a good rapport with David. As the troubles escalate David’s intuition tells him that sinister forces are at work and becomes suspicious that JOE 90 is somehow involved. With no one to turn to other than the AI David feels trapped in a cat and mouse struggle with this unseen force.
After a shocking discovery deep in the bowls of the ship David realises his suspicions about JOE 90 were unfounded. However, all the new evidence he finds points to something far more sinister and horrific which has been released by the previous engineer Robert Wallen. David and JOE 90 are now locked in a life-or-death struggle with unknown supernatural forces that put the entire ship at risk. Will they managed to defeat their foe before it is too late?
The Engineer - Re-engineered
This is the second in the Sci/Fi horror series and continues the adventures of our heroes as they struggle to uncover the dark machinations of the horror they have been drawn into conflict with.
The Engineer - Reverse engineered
This is the third in the Sci/Fi horror series. Our intrepid heroes are deep into the twisted conspiracy to destroy their civilisation. They journey beyond their wildest imagination, fighting to bring about a prediction made by an ancient computer, face their worst fears and are forced to make heart rending choices .
The Neighbour
When Wendy and John purchase some land to fulfil their dreams of building a horse training facility they thought they had the perfect place. Little did they know that their neighbours had other ideas. At first the struggle to build their business which seemed to be plagued by delays, red-tape and strange occurrences were put down to the normal teething problems every new business faces. Eventually they realise they have the neighbours from hell living next door, plotting and scheming and making their lives as miserable as possible.
Events take a terrifying turn and both Wendy and John find themselves battling with supernatural forces hell bent on destroying them. Can they survive against the odds? Will they succeed or will the evil next door destroy everything in its path?
Who's in 242
When Gravediggers open up a supposedly empty lair, with ground that hasn’t been disturbed for over fifty years, they discover a skeleton buried in the plot. Suspecting a possible cold case murder Detective George Caldwell is brought in to investigate. Whilst waiting on reconstruction of the skull to attempt identification, the detective decides to take matters into his own hands and begins a solo undercover investigation in the tiny village of Springnoll. As he delves deeper into the ancient mysteries surrounding the village he uncovers a shocking secret, a secret that brings to life horrific repercussions in this world and the world of the supernatural.
The Lock-up
Edgar Hydeford, a once popular but now struggling artist, shares a lockup with an obnoxious and dangerous bully, Henry. Edgar’s life is on the skids and he is desperate for a chance to break back into the art scene, however, his co-habitant of the studio lockup seems hell bent on destroying any chance of Edgar achieving the heights of his previous success.
Angela Worthing , a well-known art dealer with a string of artists and galleries in several towns, appears at the lockup looking for new talent and is delighted with the samples Edgar shows her. Just as life seems to be on the up, Henry puts into motion a series of violent and horrific events that will destroy Edgar’s life forever.
In a desperate struggle for survival Edgar searches for a way out of his horrific situation and in a final shocking twist we uncover the unbelievable truth about Edgar and Henry’s relationship
CHAPTER ONE
John Freidman snatched his bare foot away from the fragments of the shattered bottle, “You dirty bastard!” Three shards had embedded themselves in the top of his foot, a foot that he had just recently broken in a recent fight. Of course he had told his wife he had tripped, no need to give her any details of what really happened.
Sucking air in between clenched teeth he pulled the fragments out, crimson beads of blood pulsing onto his flesh. John lent heavily against the work surface as he looked for a safe pathway to the kitchen chair.
Stumbling, he managed to make it to a seat without further injury, a condition that was about to be short lived. Leaning back against the rest he fought back tears of frustration and pain. His day had started off badly and was about to get a whole lot worse. I need to make this work. He thought, I need to fulfill my duty. He muttered words, incoherent and ancient, but before he could finish, he was distracted, fear instinctively taking hold.
At first, he thought the hissing sound was his own laboured breathing but as the fog of pain from his foot began to subside, he realised that something else was making its presence known.
What had initially been a faint odour, grew in intensity, the heady stench cloying at his throat, his head thrumming as the toxic fumes sucked the oxygen from his body, causing his eyes to widen in fear and alarm. Snapping his head around to find its source was the last thing he ever did. He had no time to fathom what his eyes registered before they melted from his burning skull, his body blasted to fragments like the broken bottle. A quick and merciful end to his suffering.
Jen tapped the counter in frustration, the cracked and chipped Formica smelling of detergent and polish. Why hadn’t John bothered to check for milk and eggs? She tried to quell the annoyance rising inside of her, feeling like everything was left up to her. The shop assistant, eyes like a zombie (blood-shot and zoned out) finished scanning the goods, his fashionably torn T-shirt emblazoned with a skull and some rock band Jen had never heard of. “Five pounds, sixty pence please.” The assistant’s face almost cracked into a smile as a faint odour of cannabis joined the heady mix of scents already hanging in the air. Jen shook her head at the ridiculous price she had to pay and rummaged in her purse for the exact amount. She handed it over, tucked the milk and eggbox into her bag and turned to leave.
Deep inside her a gnawing sense of dread began to eat away at her tired and harassed spirit. Something’s wrong, the thought tumbled into her brain as though trying to escape the fear and anxiety devouring her body. A split second before the sound she felt a jolt in her very core as a shiver shot through her soul. John! She heard his cry in her mind, then the rush of air followed, the roar too close to be thunder. Car alarms went off, splitting the air but doing little to pierce the shocked silence following in the aftermath of the explosion.
She watched in mild confusion as paper, ragged cloths and a faint billowing cloud of dust floated by the shop window. Then the screaming started. Dropping her bag, the eggbox fell open, spilling its fragile cargo across the chipped tile floor. The eggs cracked and leaked their viscous contents slowly along the hard surface and into the crevices. Jen staggered forwards on faltering steps, gasping, her heart racing. She stumbled through the doorway, the heart-wrenching pain in her gut telling her before she looked across the estate to the open skyline where her house once stood. No, no, no Jen shook her head, trying to shake the scene from her eyes, terror building in her.
People were running towards the settling dust cloud. In the distance the ringing sound of the emergency services could be heard as they rushed to the scene. Jen found herself running with everyone else, a strange screeching sound around her. Only when her throat and vocal cords began to ache did she realise it was her own voice screaming for John. She arrived at the devastation as the Police and Fire Services began to block off the area.
With manic speed Jen frantically pushed towards the huge crater filled with rubble that now occupied the space where John and her home once stood. A fluorescent jacket in front of her and strong arms holding her back brought Jen to her senses. “Ma’am I need you to stay back!” The voice of the officer tried to sound calm but faltered with fear. “The area’s not safe. GET BACK NOW!” The fear sounded like anger as he almost threw her away.
“IT’S MY FUCKING HOUSE!” She screamed, her hands like claws grasping at the dusty air around her, “IT’S MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her vision blurred with tears. The Officer blinked in shock as he registered what she was saying.
“Ma’am…MA’AM!” He gripped her arms again and shook her, “WAS THERE ANYONE IN THE HOUSE?” Jen looked at him dumbfounded, absolute devastation filled her and surrounded her. She blinked away tears, her cracked voice sticking in her throat as she nodded, eyes locked on the man in front of her.
“Y…y…yes.” The words squeezed themselves between her teeth as her heart tried to squeeze itself from her ribcage.
“How many? Who was in there?” The Policeman was now leading her to one side as his colleagues controlled the crowd that gathered. “Ma’am, I need to you to tell me.” He looked over her shoulder at a paramedic and nodded for them to come over. “Ma’am, what’s your name?”
“What?” Jen blinked again, her mind reeling and struggling to comprehend that the pile of rubble and dust was what was left of her home.
“What’s your name sweetheart, you need to tell me.” The Policeman was gently moving her over to an ambulance.
“My…my name?”
“Yes.”
“Jen…I mean Jeannie. Jeannie Friedman.”
“Jeannie, can you tell me if anyone was in the house?” A Fire Office had now appeared beside him, waiting for an answer.
“My husband John. He was showering when I left to get eggs and milk and…” Jen trailed off as her eyes filled with tears, sobs erupting from her soul, “JOHN! JOHN!” The pain was unbearable as the realization hit her. Her eyes desperately searched the empty air above the pile of rubble, hoping somehow, miraculously John would reappear. She collapsed into the arms of the paramedic who half dragged, half guided her into the ambulance. The Policeman and Fire Officer turned back to the crater where John had once lived. A Gas Repair Crew had arrived on scene to make sure there were no more leaks in the area.
Numbness had engulfed her, a sleepwalker going through the motions of living whilst her heart slowly died. Jen had no family, few friends and nowhere to go except a hotel paid for by the Gas Company until her insurance paid out. She had drifted through the days of the enquiry into the incident, a sleepwalker viewing those around her with a detachment and indifference. The sorrow and grief were so acute it threatened to swallow her whole, blotting out the proceedings, dulling them into meaningless words.
The funeral for John had been a farce. There was not enough of him left to merit a coffin, but convention required it. She had sat alone in the family pew, staring at a wooden box containing a few scraps of flesh and bone. The surreal absurdity of it all bare penetrated her stupor. The small service hall at the undertakers was neutral, tasteful and dull. John and Jen had not been religious but again, convention seemed to require some sort of service.
Her side of the hall was empty. Jen had no family still alive and no siblings. John had been her world. The two or three other mourners were John’s work acquaintances, showing face for his Company. They had sent Jen beautiful bouquets of flowers which now adorned her hotel room and were now dying slowly like her.
Three weeks after the funeral, the life assurances policies had paid out and were closed, leaving her bank account with a healthy sum of money to make a new start. The money meant nothing to Jen. The Gas company continued to pay for her accommodation in a four-star hotel. Something that would probably stop soon now that payments have been made.
Sitting alone in the generic room, the standard double bed, side tables, vanity table with mirrors, small TV and wardrobe, Jen felt as empty as the cupboards. She had started to buy some clothes, just to tide her over, but they barley filled one half of the wardrobe and only two drawers of the cabinets.
She felt the hopelessness rise in her once more, her ability to fight it off becoming weaker and weaker. Standing up and wiping the tears from her red and swollen eyes she stared at herself in the mirror, her slight frame tight and tense. Get a grip of yourself Jeannie. She pulled back her shoulders, John’s gone and that’s it. It’s not fair and it hurts like fuck, but you only have two choices. Go on and live your life like John would want or join him.
Her eyes strayed to the bathroom, and she could see herself lying in a bath full of blood, her wrists slashed. The likelihood of that scene was creeping closer as she struggled to come to terms with the horror of it all.
Shaking her head, she threw the images out of her mind. Think about the poor bastard that would find you. Do you want their trauma on your conscience? Grabbing her bag, she decided to get out for some fresh air, maybe pay a visit to her solicitor to see how the compensation payout from the Gas Company was coming along. The handle straps strained with the weight of the bag’s contents. I’m going to have to empty this.
Tipping the contents onto the bed she threw away the used hankies, stacked the business cards, opened her bulging purse, taking out most of the coins. She put her phone and purse back in, her hand brushing against the set of keys, keys for a house that no longer existed.
Her stomach lurched and she fought down the swell of tears building once more. Gripping them in her hand she tried to decide what to do. She knew it was pointless holding onto them but bizarrely she felt this was the only physical connection she still had with John.
Clasping the cold metal keys to her chest she felt the tears well up once more. It seemed like John’s hand was still wrapped around them, holding her. Jen knew that she would need to let them go at some point if she was going to survive this. So, she placed them gently on the bedside table, her fingers lingering for a moment on their metal surface.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her slightly lighter bag and headed out the door, down the corridor and into the foyer of the hotel. The Concierge smiled at her as she passed the desk, a smile tinged with sympathy. It seemed that everyone knew who she was and what had happened. Embarrassed, Jen pulled her hood up as she made her way out into the street, keeping her head down, avoiding eye contact.
In the days following the explosion the press had hounded her, trying to badger her for a statement, or to tell them ‘How she felt’. Finally, they seemed to give up and the gaggle of journalists moved on to another scoop. ‘Today’s front page is tomorrow’s fish and chip wrappers’ her Grannie would say, and she was right.
Making her way onto the High Street Jen kept her eyes down. Her Solicitor’s office was just around the corner and although she hadn’t made an appointment, she knew they would be happy to see her. Afterall, whatever she was paid out they were getting twenty percent of, so she was their number one client.
Jen’s eye was distracted by a glint on the pavement. She smiled to herself as she picked up the one-pound coin, rolling it between her fingers. John would have laughed at me. She thought, always finding money because my eyes are always on the ground, never looking ahead. Jen seemed to recall something she had heard, ‘if you find a coin it’s a gift from a loved one that’s passed’ The saying popped into her head.
Well John, if this is from you, I’m going to do something reckless, something that would have made you shake your head and laugh. Turning to the small Newsagent Shop she grinned to herself, why not. Pulling down her hood and walking up to the counter she placed the coin down, looking at the girl tidying the shelves.
“Can I help you?” The shop assistant smiled her professional smile as her eyes narrowed slightly looking at Jen’s face. She paused for a second, “Do I know you?”
“Maybe, I was in the papers, the house explosion.” Jen was impressed that her voice didn’t catch in her throat, she supposed she was getting used to saying those words. For once the choking grip of grief hadn’t strangled her.
The assistant’s eyes widened and filled with sympathy, “Oh! Yes, I remember, I’m so sorry for your loss.” She had the good grace to look a bit embarrassed. “What can I get you love.”
“I would like a lucky dip lottery ticket please.” Jen shoved the coin over and waited for the machine to randomly select her numbers.
“There you go.” The shop assistant hesitated, “You know these are two pounds now?”
“Oh! No, I didn’t, sorry.” Jen started to rummage in her bag.
“Hey, it’s alright, don’t worry.” The assistant dipped into her tips bowl and stuck the extra coin in the till, “I hope you get lucky; you bloody deserve it.”
“Thank you. Are you sure?”
“Yes of course. See you later then.”
“Yes, thanks again.” Feeling slightly giddy at her recklessness, Jen stepped out and slipped the ticket into one of the many zip pockets in her handbag, continuing her journey to the Solicitors.
CHAPTER TWO
“I wouldn’t worry Mrs Freidman. These things must run their course and travel at their own speed.” Mike Johnson leaned back in his chair and smiled at Jen. “They know they don’t stand a chance; we’ll get them soon. I’m pushing for the court date in three weeks’ time and I’m pretty sure they will be contacting me next week looking for an out of court settlement.”
He looked at her sympathetically. “Why don’t you take a wee holiday somewhere? Book a cottage and relax.” Reaching into his desk drawer he pulled out a leaflet, “Here, my wife and I booked this cottage last year and I can highly recommend it. There’s a hot tub, secluded fenced garden and you’re only a few miles from the local village. There’re some lovely shops, a harbour and sailing tours to the Inner Hebrides.” He handed it to Jen who nodded and sighed.
“Thanks Mike, I think I will. There’s more than enough money in the bank now from the house insurance and I need to decide what to do with my life. I just can’t go back to working in the shop. It’s too close to where… well you understand, I need to relocate somewhere else and start afresh.”
“Of course, Jen. I should think your payout from the Gas Company will be enough to buy a property anywhere you want with a bit left over to see you through.” He stood up indicating their meeting was over. “I’ll be in touch if there are any further developments.” She nodded and made her way out, back onto the street.
Unwilling to return to the hotel Jen decided to pop into a café for a cup of tea and lunch. As she sat gazing out of the window, munching on her cheese toasty and sipping her tea, Jen came to a decision. She could almost hear John daring her. Picking up her mobile she dialed the number on the leaflet Mike had given her.
“Hello Cottages and Chalets Breaks how may I help you?” The professional voice made Jen sit up straight.
“Hi, yes, I’m interested in booking one of your cottages for a few months, would you be able to do that?” There was a long pause as the assistant took in this rather unusual request.
“Well, we’re not a long-term leasing company, we only do holiday breaks as such.”
“Yes, I know that, but this cottage has been highly recommended. I’m flexible and I don’t mind paying the normal weekly rates, I’m not looking for a discount or anything.” Jen was now dead set on getting this cottage.
“Which cottage are you thinking of leasing?” The assistant was getting on board with the concept.
“The one just outside the village of Selidrochid.” Jen felt hope rising, “I’m flexible on dates so no rush.”
“Well… the tourist season is coming to an end. How long did you say you wanted it for?”
“If I could have at least three months that would be great.” Jen was impressed at her impulsiveness; she would never have done anything like this with John.
“Give me your contact details and I will have a chat to the manager and get back to you.” The assistant didn’t want to commit, and Jen could understand why. So, she gave her details and hung up.
