Even after thirty years, there was at least one Trewissick landmark that Jane could use to get her bearings.
She slowed down as she walked past the Grey House. A man was standing outside it, pruning a rather unruly bush. He took a step back and pushed his hair out of his face –- and it was that simple gesture that made Jane stop, and stare.
'...Will?' Her voice shook a little. 'Will Stanton?'
The man looked up, startled –- and then gave her an easy, natural smile.
'Hello, Jane Drew,' he said, as if he’d been waiting for her all this time.