She nodded slowly.“You’re right.I should focus on the festival materials.That’s what I came here for.”
“Good idea.”Winnie smiled warmly.“Those historical photos you found will make a wonderful addition to your brochure.People love seeing how things used to be.”
She gathered her bag and thanked Winnie for access to the archives.But as she walked back to Heron Cottage, she couldn’t stop thinking about that photo.
Academic consultants.Sophisticated radio equipment.A lighthouse that was officially decommissioned but kept running with mysterious private funding.
Her instincts recognized a story that didn’t quite add up.Details that didn’t fit the official narrative.
But Winnie had made it clear the subject was closed.Whatever had happened in 1940, whatever those men in suits had been doing, it was none of her business.
She should let it go.Focus on the festival.That’s what she was here for.
Back at the cottage, she opened her laptop and started organizing the festival photos chronologically.They really would make a great brochure.She could already see the layout: “Seventy-Four Years of Community” as the headline, with a timeline showing how the event had grown and evolved.
Her phone buzzed.Another work email.She flipped her phone facedown.
