Phillipa Ashley - Confetti at the Cornish Café - The perfect summer romance for 2018

‘Me? An inspiration?’

‘Yeah. You made me think I should go for what I want.’

Rachel hugs me briefly but warmly and my throat goes scratchy.

There’s a wail from Freya’s Moses basket. Freya is very red in the face and clenching her fists. She’s also doing what Nana Demelza would have called ‘chuntering’. Her face has gone very red and I think she’s about to wake up – and make a lot of noise.

Rachel winces. ‘Oh dear. I think she’s filling her nappy.’

I glance down at my savoury scone topped with local ham and piccalilli and find my appetite has gone.

‘I’ll have to change her. Can I use your customer loo?’

‘Course you can. In fact, I’ll help you.’

Rachel wrinkles her nose. ‘Are you sure you want to do that? Freya’s dirty nappy in a confined space isn’t the most pleasant prospect.’

‘I’ll put a peg on my nose and, after all, she is my sister so I’d better get used to helping out when I can.’

‘On your head be it,’ Rachel replies with a laugh. ‘Although I hope it won’t come to that.’

‘It’s fine,’ I say, already closing my nostrils. With an idea forming in my mind, I follow Rachel into the toilets, carrying Freya’s changing bag.

While I help Rachel, I chat a bit more about the idea for her business.

‘Did you say you were in charge of the events at Trevarrian?’

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