Vince carried a cup of coffee outside, quietly closing the front door with the intention of sitting on the porch to watch the sun rise. It was too cold to stay still so he wandered around to check on the pony. She nickered a welcome and nudged him until he set the cup down and gave her an early breakfast. The pony was ageing. Susie’s, from twenty or so years ago. Nevertheless, she was fit and if Melanie was so inclined, would probably be willing to wear a bridle again.
‘Morning, Vincent.’
He’d noticed Lyndall was moving livestock in one of her paddocks but hadn’t seen her cross her driveway. His first reaction was to grunt and go back inside but manners took over. Manners and a sudden thought.
He joined her at the fence. ‘Thanks for the flowers. It was nice of you.’
She rested her arms
