Morag laughed, looking up at Antonin. 'Then we take the boat with us! You'd be amazed at what the view of Greek waters off the side of the deck will do for your spirits,' she said.
Miles Bletchley picked up the little boy, holding him so she could see him better. 'Hello, young Nigel,' she said to the little face attached to the wriggling little body. 'How old is he?' she asked curiously. 'Has he been walking long?'