Bill's boat. He liked the sound of that. Bill's boat. They were relaxing with a beer, the breeze ruffling their hair, making the nets dance, the sea spread out before them. What a marvellous evening this was. Harry still hadn't got the hang of fishing yet but he was trying his best.

'Hardly a cruiser on the Thames now, is it?'

Harry agreed, this was no cruiser on the Thames. It was better.

'Not been to London in years. Maybe I should. Visit you next summer.'

Harry's heart sank. Could he wait for the sunshine the next summer? Bill's handshake was sturdy enough but there was no knowing when he'd be seen again. It was depressing, thought Harry, that just when he'd made a good friend, it was one who thrived on nomadic living. He had a house in Sweden but he wasn't there much of the time.

'I can't say I'm looking forward to going back to the grind.'

'Delay it. Stay out here for a bit' suggested Bill.

'No I can't, I've got deadlines and a tonne of work to do.'

Bill laid a reassuring hand on his arm.

'Harry. Relax. No need to think about that now. You're on holiday. Just think about moving the timeline back for a week, London won't collapse without you. You'd be no good to the bank stressed.'

He had a point.

'What did they think when you booked the time off?'

'I didn't tell them the real reason. They didn't believe me when I said I was going to a Greek island.'

Bill roared with laughter.

'It's alright for you, you don't have colleagues to work with and managers to appease. You're free to skip from country to country.'

'And you're here, fishing in the big blue sea and they're stuck behind their desks. Believe me, they're jealous.'

'That'll be the first time then' said Harry, trying for a joke.

'Forget them. Relax. Work on your tan. Life's too short not to feel the sun on your skin.'

Bill stretched, shirt riding up just an inch. Harry quietly observed. Bill swigged from his bottle.

'It's been so long since I've been here.'

'Yes, twenty years' sniped Harry. Bill smiled at him and Harry caught a glimpse of a wearier expression. He'd not seen that before.

'My mamma asked me to come here. Her aunt Sophia was from here. She wanted to see her one last time but she couldn't go. She sent me instead. I took her back a letter, some keepsakes and some photographs.'

'When?'

'Before I met Donna.'

Harry considered this.

'Did it make her happy?'

'She cried, she was so happy.'

Bill sighed, a plaintive sound that sharpened Harry's perception.

'She knew she was dying.'

Harry murmured his empathies.

'When I came back she didn't have long left. But she loved everything I came back with. She left them to me. When I next come back I will give Sophie everything. She should know more about the woman who embraced her and Donna.'

'When will that be?' Asked Harry as casually as he could, as if he hadn't felt his spirit sorrow for the other man. He clasped his hand on his shoulder in an attempt at manly solidarity.

'Soon. I'll visit soon. This place reminded me of mamma too much so I wasn't intending on coming back. But now I have friends and family here.'

Harry adjusted his fishing rod.

'And does that include Sam? Myself?' His tone was hopeful.

Bill turned to him, smile back on his face. He leaned over.

'For the rest of time.'

Harry sighed happily, he was content with that.