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Last summer we hired a car and drove out to the coast in order to catch the weekly ferry to the island where I had spent my childhood. As the ferry entered the small harbour, I could see that nothing much had changed on Dunain. Across the harbour, the fishing boats, all brightly painted with names like Sea Witch and Saucy Sue, were still moored in the same place, bobbing in the water.
First of all, we made our way to the local pub which looked out over the bay and was to be our accommodation for the next few weeks. About an hour later, after we had eaten a light lunch, we set off to explore the village. We took a leisurely stroll along the main street, past the little shops, until we came to the headland above the beach.
It was then that I caught sight of Angus, sitting on a bench in his little garden looking out to sea. He slowly turned towards me as if he had sensed my presence. As soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes, I was reminded of a good-looking young man staring shyly out of a faded brown photograph my grandmother had treasured, the souvenir of the first and only love of her life; a love she had left behind because of strict, ambitious parents. As a result of their ambition, she had left the island, and Angus, never to return.
The next few moments were spent hugging each other warmly and generally delighting in the reunion. After a few moments, Angus smiled. "You take after your grandmother- she was a beauty. It is in the eyes. Come, I'll make some tea", he said, and led us into his neatly kept cottage.