‘I’m sorry,’ said the waiter. ‘Do I recognise you?’
‘Shouldn’t have thought so,’ replied Robert. ‘I imagine I have the same face as any other holiday canaller, one whose week has become a search for water points and a battle with the bilge pump.’
Robert looked across to where Sylvie was staring pursed-lipped into the pub’s log burner.
‘Brave,’ continued the waiter, who judging by the empty tables surrounding them was not overworked. ‘Navigating the Llangollen in January.’
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