Eva nodded, and this time she did smile, but Harley was already moving away, loping off toward the gate in his winter coat, the snow clinging to his coat sleeves and the wool cap as he stepped out onto the pavement and headed across the green.
One, who may have run with a slight limp, was wearing a baseball cap with a cream or white peak, a light blue hip-length hooded jacket and reflective strips down the sleeves.
