25We return to the tranquility of Vuda Point with its necklace of seedpods snared in rope, protected from the wind. Dad gathers his things and I stroll with him around to Dream-maker.
‘Now you can rest and do things in your own way.’ I hug him briefly.
‘Yes, it’ll be good to be on my own for a day or two. I’ll see you later.’ He unlocks the boards clamped across the companionway and disappears inside.
Cornelius puts on some music, ten discs at a time – soulful guitar tunes, lilting melodies warbling passionate despair. We weave our love back into a thick cuddle-rug.
Two days later a knock on the hull swings me out of Cornelius’s arms.
‘It’s Dad.’ We’ve hardly pokes our noses up.
‘Hi, do you want some coffee? I’m just about to make some.’
‘Sure, thanks. Hi, Cornelius, how are you?’ H
