Michael
Dripping with sweat, I gasp and jam my axe into the stump. “I need a breather.”
Ben gulps and nods. “I’ll go with that.” He stands and stretches. “Too much bending. Fancy a walk? Straighten the limbs out.”
“Good idea.”
We stroll out to the front of the house, easing aching limbs. Ben rubs at the back of his neck. I roll my head and shoulders, working out the kinks. Scruffy trots along beside, his walk sprightly, and occasionally rolling in the grass.
From somewhere comes the sound of voices, and with no particular aim in mind, we amble in that direction.
James’ voice. “…. So, for the general case of the Eulerian equations, what are the conserved features?”
Charlotte: “Mass, momentum and energy.”
“Right, so give me the equation….”
Ben gives me an old look. “I see he's there
