Jake: Sorry to keep you – I seem to have mislaid my bar manager…
Dusty: No problem.
Jake: What can I get you?
Dusty: Oh – I don’t know…what’s the local beer like?
Jake: Well the Ringwood Brewery stuff is popular…
Jake:…how about this one?
Dusty: Yeah, I’ll give it a try.
Dusty: So, you’re not a local, then – I mean, obviously you weren’t born here.
Jake: No, I’ve been down here for about two and a half years now. It’s not one of those places where you have to live for seventy years before they accept you!
Dusty: It seems like a nice part of the world.
Jake: I like it. So, how about you? Are you staying in the village or just passing through?
Dusty: I don’t know yet…actually I’m looking for someone, I think she may be living round here. I have a photo – it’s a few years old though…
Dusty: …do you think you might have seen her round here?
Jake: Let’s have a look –
Dusty: You’d remember her if you saw her – she’s called Jemima Donovan –
Jake: Oh!
Dusty: You know her!
Jake: Er –
Dusty: Where can I find her? Please –
Jake: Um –
Jamie: SORRY! I know I’m late – Lizzie couldn’t look after Brooke and I tried Effie but she was out – can she play in the living room? I brought her crayons and she won’t bug you for a chocolate biscuit. I’ll make it up to you. Eventually.
Dusty: Hello, Jem. It’s good to see you.
Jamie: What – ? No-one’s called me that in a long time…
Jamie: Sorry to sound rude, but who are you? I can’t quite place you…
Dusty: You forgot me, Jem…
Jamie: Oh my word …Dusty…
