We found our berths and sat down, the train was not very full because there were political tensions in Andhra Pradesh that time. Near our berths were ...three men who were in the 30-40 years range. They were nice and friendly and we quickly warmed up to them and were having a good time with snacks and conversation. I remember only one of those guys, his name was Ramesh, he was continuously eyeing Amma’s breasts and her deep open navel.After a few hours of rest, we all sat down for dinner, Ramesh. Like my father’s farm, the cottage lay in the western lee of the Pennine Hills. In spring and summer, the hillsides were green with the young grass and bracken, which turned to burnished gold in the light of the late autumn sun. The open fields dotted with the white specks of the sheep which were allowed to roam free until the first winter snow. The cottage was separated from the road by an ancient stone wall of local grey limestone covered in colourful patches of lichen and with ferns growing. They were smiling and laughing with each other. He couldn’t make out the conversation, but they were happy and playful. Like any couple. Any couple in love. He couldn’t remember how they’d fixed their problem. He knew they had because they wouldn’t be so happy otherwise. They paused at a shop window, a clothes store. Emma’s lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. She was pointing at the shop window with her free hand and then gesturing to him and rolling her eyes in mock. I followed her atsome distance and snapped photos at each opportunity. She went into onedepartment and took some clothes to try on. The changing rooms werecubicles with curtains and she made sure hers was part open and I movedback a way and snapped pics of men waiting for their wives to try clotheson and standing there staring at Janet. After several minutes of this sheclosed the curtain and when she reappeared she was flushed in the face andI knew what she had just done.Probably the best.