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Borje is waiting in the reception area, rising to meet me as I enter. “Sorry, am I late?” “You’re not late, no. I’m early.” He stoops to kiss my cheek. “You look lovely.” Then, gesturing to the door, “Shall we?” “Where are we going?” “It’s a beautiful evening. I thought we might take a walk down by the river. There’s plenty of bars and restaurants down there. When we see something we like the look of, we can stop and take things from there. You choose what we eat. That work for you?” “Sounds good.” ***** It is indeed a beautiful evening, warm for the time of year, and the weather has brought out the strollers, the joggers and the loungers. We’re not far from the river mouth, where it merges with the harbour and the marina. We amble along, Borje holding my hand loosely in his. Rowers