Twice In a Blue Moon
Six o'clock, it was time to drag himself out of the relative warmth of his bed and into the real
Adam Bishop was nineteen years old and had worked at the yard for two years. He was an
instructor and by his length of service and instructor's status, he was supposedly second in
command. The rank meant that more often or not he was the one who had to take most of the
customers' lessons, whilst Amanda sat behind the large desk in the office. She was always there
to supervise, but as she was the boss, she believed that she was fully in control. However, today
she was not.
He shuddered as the shower drenched him in freezing water. This was not one of the better
mornings. Towelling himself dry Adam quickly put on a clean pair of jodhpurs and sweatshirt.
He couldn't think what he had done the night before, but he imagined that it had involved rather
too much alcohol. Snippets of the evening came back to him briefly. . .
Adam walked into the kitchen and filled the kettle, the door opened, Kate Grimshaw walked
Kate was eighteen. She groaned, rubbed her bloodshot eyes and sat on one of the long
bench seats beside the wide pine table, the kettle clicked, steam rose clouding the inside of the
"Thanks. . . No milk please, I'll have it black." Kate took the mug and gingerly sipped the
"You look as bad as I feel!" Adam slurped his coffee.
"Thanks! I'll take that as a compliment!" Kate grinned weakly.
"What did I drink last night?"
"Too much. . ." Kate frowned. "I can't remember a thing about last night. I don't even know
why we went to the pub!" She glanced at her watch. "The others are late getting up this
"Never mind them, I suppose we had better start feeding, I'm sure they will come down
when they're ready." Adam took his mug and walked down the hall, grabbing an old wax jacket
on the way. He plunged his feet into a pair of well-worn green Wellingtons before going out into
the blustery rain.
Adam unlocked the office, normally at this time of the morning Amanda would be sitting in
the office, today the door was locked and there was no sign of the head-girl.
"Isn't Amanda there?" Kate stepped into the office, sweeping her hair back from her eyes.
"I don't think that she was with us last night. I'm sure I would remember if she had been."
Adam smiled. "But. She's the boss, and if she wants a lie-in, that's up to her!" He picked up the
feed room key.
"What's her car doing here?" Kate walked towards the rusty red car that was sitting in the
middle of a muddy puddle. She peered through the frosty glass. "Well she's not in there!"
"I didn't expect that she would be! That car is terrible; it's probably broken down again.
She'll walk in soon, no doubt mad as hell!"