"Jaysus," Allan said quietly, then remembered his manners and stepped forward to shake her hand. "Pleased to - er - meet you, Ms Cartwright," he said. He glanced at the driver and called, "Thanks Paul, nice smooth ride. it was fun," then looked back at his hostess again.
"So - er - where shall we start?"
The smell of the stables, clean though they were, was pulling him like a fish-hook had lodged in his flesh and he was dying to see what they contained.