We sat opposite one another in the lounge of the old cabin, eating the breakfast food in pretty much silence. I see my grandfather occasionally looking at me curiously.
The fact, he said earlier I had reminded me of my Dad and also his wife, which would be my grandmother, had taken me by surprise, but it was the look on his face. It was a softness, a caring look. One of love and affection. Not the sort you would expect from a man described the way I had heard him spoken about.
“Was the food okay for you dear?” Damien asked me.
“Yes, thank you.” I nodded, actually having enjoyed the cooked breakfast food he had brought with him.
“Good, I am sorry I did not come back last night. I got held up in my pack, and then it seemed too late and did not want to wake you if you had fallen asleep
