He stood and looked and listened.
"Who'd ever ha beleft it'd ha come to this when we first lay out here six years ago?" he mused.
"Or now for that matter," answered Ruth, her voice deep and hushed as the evening. "All so good and quiet as it looks."
She pulled him down into the darkness of the covert.
"D'is safer here, I reck'n," she said, and nuzzled up against him.
Ernie peeped though the gorse at the lights flickering on the Head.
"They ca-a-n't see us here," he said.
"And a good job, too, I reck'n," answered Ruth sedately, fingering her hair.
Ernie chuckled.
"Listen!" he said.