
Darrell rolled over as the alarm went off at half-past six and shut it off with a yawn. She chucked a pillow at Sally. “Wake up! Dipping time.”
Sally cuddled deeper into her bed and groaned. “Darrell you’re mean. We only just went to bed!”
“Well the cold water will wake you up nicely,” Darrell retorted, rubbing her eyes as she forced herself to sit up, shivering a little at the cool air in the room.
Sally cuddled deeper into her blankets. “Why did I agree to do this? I mean even at Malory Towers we wouldn’t have been so fool hardy!”
Darrell, stubborn and determined as always, threw off her covers and got up, grabbing Sally’s and hauling them off the bed. “Miss Grayling wouldn’t have let us take a dip at this time of year even if we had been at school on New Year’s Day,” she pointed out. “Now, are you going to let the boys show us up?”
“You and your competitive streak!” Sally said, sitting up bleary eyed. She got up and shivered in the cold room and hurried around, dressing with her swimsuit under her clothes. She pulled on a pair of nylon trousers to keep herself a little warmer in the snow, and then pulled on Julian’s rugby shirt. She pulled a couple of jumpers on over the top, and packed her spare rugby shirt, brush, towel and swim hat into her rucksack. “Shall I go and make the coffee Darrell?”
“Yes please,” Darrell replied, grinning at Sally’s efficiency. She had her costume on, and Anatoly’s rugby shirt, but she’d gotten rather distracted by the way it smelled of him and was only now pulling on her thick tights, planning to tuck the top into a warm skirt.
Sally nodded and hurried outside. She stood waiting for the kettle with their thermos and wrapped her arms around herself and buried her face in the collar of Julian’s shirt, smelling the sweet soapy smell of him and the smell of his aftershave. She bit her lip and made up her mind to find out what his aftershave was so that she could get him some for his birthday.
She made the coffee in the flask and slipped back into the room. “Have you got the whisky bottles Darrell? Shame we didn’t get two small ones for us as well isn’t it?”
“They’re in my bedside drawer,” she said, nodding her head in that direction. She stood, her boots tightly laced on her feet and gave Sally a little twirl. “New fashion, do you think?” she asked teasingly.
“Very fetching,” Sally said with a smile. “No wonder Anatoly’s smitten!”
Darrell stuck her tongue out at Sally and pulled on a thick cardigan and then wrapped a scarf around her neck. She shoved a jumper, towel, comb and her bathing cap into a tote bag and reached for her coat. “All ready?”
“I am if you are,” Sally said with a smile. “Got your keys?”
Darrell looked around and then snatched them up triumphantly from the dressing table. “I do now!”
Sally shook her head and laughed, following Darrell out. They hurried down the stairs and along the road to St Salvator’s. They waited outside for a while for the boys, stamping their feet in their snow boots to keep warm. “There’s no way to get hold of them if they’ve not woken up, this is the only thing,” Sally mused.
“You’d think at least one of them would have woken up by now,” Darrell grumbled, wrapping her arms around herself.
Just as she grumbled, David stuck his head out of his window. “Sorry girls!” he called as Sally carefully began gathering some snow. “Alarms weren’t set and things, and Julian and Pilks are still getting ready. I’ll come down and let you in if you’ll let me have a moment?”
“I suppose we could allow you that,” Darrell called back. “But don’t be long, it’s freezing out here!”
“Otherwise you’ll get a snowball in the face!” Sally called, standing up with her snowball.
“I said I was coming didn’t I?” David called back, disappearing from the window in a hurry.



















