The ringing of the telephone snapped him out of his daydream. He had drifted away to the summer; balmy July evenings as the sun begins its daily descent. It was certainly a more desirable place to be rather than a wet, windy and incredibly wild February afternoon in South Wales. He was already planning ahead his beach picnics, barbecues, cycle rides, watching the sun setting over the Lougher estuary…

“Good morning. This is the Registrar’s office. How can I help you?”