"Do you come here often?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"I try to walk here on Sunday mornings. Conor takes care of the girls, and I get some time to myself."
"It's so beautiful, here. Any time of year," Oliver said. Francesca bent over.
"Cute," she said. "Did you see the little ones?" She put a finger in the sand behind one of the Early People. There were three very much smaller stones imitating their elders.
"Pretty good," Oliver said. "I didn't see them."
Francesca straightened. "Let's walk."
Oliver fell into step beside her.
"I haven't seen you in ages," she said.
"I know. How are the girls?"