Sun Mote Copse vacation's all I ever wanted

Njord followed Meerkat across the terrace and over the crag, enjoying his backseat view (and I don’t mean the scenery). By the time they arrived at a Copse, the sun had begun to dip into its golden hour. The man’s head felt clearer, now. His mind less burdened.

He watched the pace of his wife’s steps increase as they drew nearer. “Ah’ve never been so far South before,” Njord remarked as he observed the Hinterland’s flora.

Meerkat offered an anecdote. “Ye were so young! Barely a lass!” Njord could scarcely imagine leaving home so early. “S’clear where our children inherit their adventerous spirit from,” he mused.

Njord sidled up beside Meerkat as his eyes passed over this unique territory. “Why did Towhee move the pack away?” he asked.