It is raining in Mulderrig. The heatwave has stretched, exhaled and picked itself up off the town all in one afternoon. And the rain has returned.
At first it fell lightly, uncertainly, as if it were testing itself, on the curious noses of cats and cows turned upwards to see if the news of rain was really true.
But the trees knew, and so did the bees, for they know all things.
Soon the rain grew confident, pattering on cobbles, bouncing along the tractor tracks carved in the hard-baked ground. Then, heavy and certain in its benediction, the rain began to fall steadily, blissfully, unlocking the smell of the ground.
The rain falls to on the roof of the village hall, dancing over the clogged gutters, ringing the ancient rusty school bell and running down between loose tiles to drip down the wall in the ladies cloakroom.
I´m enjoying this book so much, maybe even a little bit more than "Things in Jars". And once again, I can´t exactly pinpoint what I like about Jess Kidd´s books.
The writing, the imaginative ideas she puts into her novels, the touch of magical realism, the characters, who you cannot help but fall in love with? It´s probably everything combined.