“I pulled up and wound down the window. For a few moments he looked out over the miles of heathery moorland and the rounded summits of the great hills slumbering in the sunshine, then he spoke quietly as though to himself. “So this is where you work?” “Yes, this is it, Andy.” He took a long breath, then another, as if greedy for more. “You know,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about air like wine, but this is the first time I’ve realised what it means.”
