Sun Mote Copse whistle as I work

Njord laughed with his son. “Well, who d’ye think is my mum?” he jeered lightheartedly. It was a bittersweet moment. If only his parents could be here now to see their grandchildren. Njord missed his Da.

When Otter gave a bookish reply, her father ruffled the tuft of fur on her head with a paw. “Aye, I did swim!” he regaled. “There’s nay land bridge tae Meares Island. Ye must be a strong swimmer tae chart the waters.”

He would go on and tell his children of his boyhood on the island and the seafaring, Corten blood.