ThirteenJake opened the front door to see his dad stood there in the howling wind. Dark clouds had rolled in from the Atlantic, immersing Tintagel into an almost eerie twilight. “Dad, come in,” Jake said as Doug blustered past him. “Go through. The girls are in the kitchen.” Katherine had Alicia snuggled into her dressing gown. The little infant was murmuring in her sleep as her mother gently stroked her hair.
“Hi Doug,” she beamed. “I would get up, but as you can see I have a sleeping beauty on me.” He walked over and kissed the top of Katherine's head before gently tickling his granddaughter behind the ear. The infant wriggled in her sleep, a serene expression on her face.
“Tea or coffee Dad?” Jake said, heading for the kettle.
“Coffee please Son.”
“Kath?” She shook her head. The thr
