Once she had slaked her lust for her list tick, I whispered in her ear, “Something else for you round the corner, love”
Neil led the way again, back across the wall and then traversing the hillside towards the crags between the dark waters of the lough and the crags of the Whin Sill below the Wall, and Maz’ smile became a grin as I took her hand once again.
“When we went out to Statham’s that first time, and I asked what the rock was, and then said I was familiar with it?”
“That you’d climbed on it before? This is the place, isn’t it?”
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