“So what irritates you?”
Monica drained her glass. The wine had gone straight to her head. “All right then. Elderly couples holding hands.”
“Striding along with their Ordnance Survey maps, fit as fiddles.”
He nodded. “Striding along Offa’s Dyke*. I’ve seen the bastards.”
*Offa’s Dyke is a 177 mile trail north-south in eastern Wales.
Deborah Moggach Heartbreak Hotel p298