Breakfast over, the ‘family’ prepare to go their various ways.
Out on the terrace, James and Richard, suited, booted and briefcased, sit together over a final coffee, heads together as they discuss their day’s itinerary before they head out to the City.
Klempner lounges off to one side, stretched out from a chair, ankles crossed, apparently asleep, a hat tilted over his eyes against the thin November sunshine. The sky is still blue, but a bite in the breeze says it’s only a matter of time before lying out in the sun will have to wait until Spring.
Just inside, by the French doors, getting the benefit of the sunshine but without the breeze to disturb her, Mitch sets herself up to work. Numbered drawings in various stages of completion lie scattered over a trestle table; outline sketches
