Dead And Buried

‘It’s rather a crude term. More of a tabloid journalist’s expression.’

‘But still …?’

‘That’s the gist of it, yes,’ admitted Pilkington.

‘And now it’s a dead duck. Who would buy a failed pub?’

‘It’s an opportunity to regenerate an underperforming business,’ said Pilkington stiffly. ‘An adjustment of the food and drink split, a shift to a more dry-led trading model. The potential incomings-’

‘Save it,’ said Fry.

‘It could be a unique destination food house. We expect to get a good price at auction.’

Fry looked at Pilkington as if she was going to hit him. Cooper was more reluctant to upset anyone in the property business. You never knew how word might get around in a place like Edendale. But Fry didn’t care, clearly. She had no intention of ever buying property in this area. She’d never made any secret of it. Property ownership meant roots. It certainly involved financial ties. All the things Diane Fry didn’t want.

‘This is a landmark property, freehold and free of tie, with function room and guest accommodation. It ought to be an easy sell.’ Pilkington looked faintly apologetic at his use of the phrase. ‘Well, that’s what my son says. A full commercial kitchen, with glass wash and preparation room. Three-bedroom self-contained owner’s accommodation, with four en suite guest bedrooms. Goodwill, plus stock at valuation.’

Cooper recalled reading in the local newspaper that the freehold for another famous landmark inn in the Peak District had sold recently for one and a half million pounds. Who would have that kind of money available to rescue the Light House from its fate?

Pilkington eyed Fry nervously as she walked away. Then he turned to Cooper as if to share a confidence.

‘To be honest, the turnover doesn’t look too good on paper,’ he said. ‘We’re advised by our clients that business was more than acceptable a few years ago, but it began to decline. Potential buyers don’t like to see a downturn on gross profits when they examine the financial records.’

‘No, of course.’

‘There were particular problems here, though.’

‘Oh, were there?’

‘Well, for example — a lot of businesses in the hospitality sector rely on making a profit over the holiday period. It can compensate for flat trading during the rest of the year. But the Light House had developed the practice of closing over Christmas. You can understand it on a personal level, I suppose. We all like to spend time with our families. But from a business point of view, it didn’t help the bottom line at all.’

A scatter of soot on the wind and the acrid smell of burning heather reminded them that a wildfire was burning on the moor not too far away.

‘They need to put that fire out,’ said Pilkington nervously.

‘They’re doing their best, sir.’

‘They need to put it out. It mustn’t be allowed to get any closer to the property.’

‘I’m sure the firefighters will have it under control in a day or two.’

‘A day or two? Are you serious?’

‘These moorland fires can burn for weeks. The fire gets right down into the peat, you see, and then there’s no way of putting it out. It just keeps smouldering away down there, and burning back up to the surface again. That could go on all summer. Or until we get some decent rain, anyway.’

‘That can’t be possible surely.’

‘I’m afraid so, sir. But the firefighting teams will make it a priority to prevent the blaze spreading this way so as to protect your property.’

He turned and looked at the derelict inn as he spoke, the shuttered windows and boarded-up door, the grass growing on the car park, the weeds sprouting from the roof. And he wondered what there was to protect, really.

‘They should have had protection by occupation,’ said Pilkington. ‘My son advised it, but they didn’t take up the option.’

‘A live-in guardian, you mean?’

‘Exactly. Someone who lives on site temporarily for a small rent. It would have worked here, I’m sure. There’s separate owner’s accommodation already in place. A guardian could have looked after the property a bit better, and prevented it from becoming such an eyesore. Not that the right buyer won’t see the potential …’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘There have been a lot of rumours about problems with the pub since it closed. Reports of squatters and drug users, but they turned out not to be true. And word has been going round Edendale that there were major subsidence issues, due to the old mine workings.’

‘Yes, I heard that rumour myself.’

‘Well that isn’t true either,’ said Pilkington. ‘It’s all very unhelpful. That type of story tends to put off a lot of buyers.’

Cooper thought about where the Light House stood. He supposed its original builders hadn’t chosen its position for the views. Until the arrival of the Romantic movement, this landscape would have been considered wild and barbaric, so lacking in civilisation as to be devoid of interest. After all, the eighteenth-century novelist Daniel Defoe had called the Peak District ‘a houling wilderness’. The heather itself had been despised as a symbol of rural poverty.