CHAPTER 92 - AUTUMN IN DEVON ---- CAPÍTULO 92 - OTOÑO EN DEVON
Iker was waiting on the Longdown platform, leaning against the Land Rover, with that smile of his and that air of a countryman in his tweedy, his worn [1] Barbour and his mud-caked wellies that made up his working uniform. They embraced warmly and Charlotte planted several kisses on him in the manner of an Andalusian grandmother, which the shy Iker accepted not without blushing. They loaded the case and set off from Longdown along the familiar road. The oaks had begun to shed their leaves — red, ochre, yellow — and the track climbing towards Stampton Hills was carpeted in a way that Charlotte found excessively beautiful for an October afternoon. 'How is everything?' she asked. 'Fine,' said Iker. 'The sheep fine. The estate fine. Harper fine. Rosslyn fine. Maggie fine…' 'And Edith?' Iker paused for a moment. 'Expecting,' he said. 'March, if all goes well.' 'Congratulations, dear! I had no idea!' 'No, I'd been meaning to ...
