Summer with the Country Village Vet. Zara Stoneley

in. ‘The thought of Miss Harrington is what’s kept me going all day.’

      Eric had a very chaotic style of management, and the clients could be challenging to say the least, but in amongst the villagers were some real gems – like the slightly eccentric character of Miss Harrington. She didn’t seem to have a first name, and she insisted on calling him Charles rather than Charlie, but despite the old-fashioned formality he always left her house feeling better than when he’d arrived. To her he was probably still the little boy in short trousers that she’d chastised if he rode his bike on the pavement.

      ‘I’m looking forward to a quiet cup of tea and a slice of cake as I check over Molly’s new litter of puppies.’

      ‘You only go for the homemade cake.’ Sally was hugging her ever present clipboard to her chest.

      ‘I do. That parkin last week was unbelievable, and I heard a rumour she’s got fresh cherry cake on offer.’

      ‘You men are such simple creatures when it comes down to it, aren’t you?’

      He grinned and grabbed the few medical supplies he might need. ‘See you in the morning?’