CHILTERN PARK.
He looked at Neville, sizing him up and weighing it all up in his head. After a long moment, and that smile of his, he softened. "You look like my grandson when you smile. All in the cheeks," he said, and offered a pleasant smile of his own.
"You'll have to come through into the back. Mind yourself, though, it's a bit cramped and there's a lot of things to knock over, so be careful." He opened the door, beckoning for them to follow him through.