"Sure you're describing Wales and not me?" he asked almost flippantly, shooting another small grin in her direction.

"And good," he added, "don't say I never take you anywhere nice. Or anywhen for that matter."

The cottage was close now, and before long he was pulling up the car with a pleasing crunch on the gravel ground underneath.

He climbed from his side quickly and moved to hers, opening her door for her and offering his hand.