"I don't know if he looked." Daniel said, wrapping his arms deeper around his knees to conserve warmth. The chill rising from the water went bone deep, and his very few and vague memories of those weeks were equally chilled.
"She would have had to go to Weedon," Daniel shivered slightly as the wind blew a little stronger over the water. "That's the nearest stop for the coaches. Or else she went by the canal."
"That seems most likely to me." Jonah agreed. "Step down from the cottage, onto a boat and gone. But the boats go back and forth through Nether Heyford, whoever took her up on their boat came back through the village. Someone knows."