She snapped back to the moment.
“I hope you can make a decent cup of tea,” she said.
“Earl Grey?” he replied.
“Nah, come on. Yorkshire Gold, please. They grow lovely tea on the south-facing slopes of the Yorkshire Dales.”
He nodded seriously.
“They only harvest it on 1st April and I may have missed it.”
“OK. Next time then, Spencer,” she replied.
He drove to the house and stopped at the front entrance. Again he opened the door and offered his forearm. He escorted her up a flight of wide stone steps to an open doorway flanked by massive stone columns. He led the way across a marble-floored hall which itself sported marble pillars. Twin paneled doors opened to reveal a long wide corridor which formed a gallery of paintings. She imagined the people to be Bloxington ancestors although s
