“I don’t know what Granddad would say,” said Robert, who was dipping the chunks of white flesh into a sauce of minty Heinz salad cream, “but it’s really scrumptious.”
“We can even have coffee afterwards.” Valerie began to sift through the remains of the hamper till she found the liquid essence. Marty, I’m so glad you brought us here. I’d forgotten what a lovely, lovely spot it is. It’s nature at its best. And we have all the changing patterns of autumn thrown in. Funny, I used to spend hours in Scotland walking our dog over the heaths of heather. But George isn’t a country person and I’ve let it go. Pity, really. It’s the best pick-me-up you can have.”
“We’ll come again. Next month perhaps. Even if its winter. Rob’s cheeks are rosy — look how they’re glowing.” Marty turned to look at her
