Oh the joy of it! Maggie ran to her bedroom window and looked across the estuary. There were the Welsh hills draped in a mist as dusk began to fall and her garden, her wonderful garden, a riot of colour against the backdrop of the grassy fields. “Will yer be wantin’ something to eat?” shouted up Olive, still agog and waiting to hear why the family had been away so long. “Later,” Hannah answered for Maggie, leaning over the banister to answer the servant. “It’s a bath each that we’ll be wanting first; ask Cook to leave us something on a tray. Papa, you are looking very weary. Sit yourself down and rest for a while. Olive have you made up the beds?” “They’ve been airing for the last few days, Miss Hannah. I put a warming pan in each day to take the chill off and I’ve taken the opportunity to clean the house from top to bottom while you’ve been away. What was it? What held you up? Fergus went to Llandudno twice to meet the ship. You said you’d be away around a week or so and it’s been nearly two!”
