The rain was LAshing down from the dark sky. There was a flash of lightning and a huge crash of thunder. In the distance, Frank could make out a light shining in a cottage. He ran as quickly as he could to the cottage and rang the bell. When the owner appeared, Frank asked if he could avail himself of the shelter until the storm had passed. He was made welcome with a cup of tea and some freshly baked scones and jam whilst he had a pleasant conversation with the owners and dried out in front of the Aga.
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