Jeepley goes around

 Jeepley got off the boat and tested his legs on terra firma, glad that they held, then quickly walked to dock office. It was deserted,  and the was the road outside - no taxis or buses. The faded timetable in the office  said the minibus was expected at 4 and he had an hour to kill by then. He sat down on the single bench, and looked out over the water. The plan was still going as per schedule.

The minibus dropped him off at a section of the road which looked exactly the same as any other, and the driver gave him instructions  . Walking through two plots which he was sure was someone's estate, trespassing no less, he turned left at the coloured pebbles and climbed the slope to the cottage, which came into view after the turn in the road. It was a pretty road, ringed with enough large bushes and branches,   that he forgot all of London for a moment as he huffed up the path , gingerly trodding on the loose stones.

The key was under the mat. He let himself in. He met the other guests at tea time. A pair of glasses read a book,  immobile except to occasionally turn a page . A grey sweater smoked a cigarette on a chair in the garden.A squirrel ran up a tree, being late for its tea perhaps.

 The housekeeper manifested in the kitchen at sunset, and set the table for dinner.At the dinner table, Jeepley looked around to see if a Queegeeg would show, chuckling mentally.