‘Jensen!’ She flew across the winery, arms wide and kissed him. ‘I haven’t seen you since the funeral. You look tired, have you been eating properly?’

He did look tired, now I looked at him properly.

‘I’m fine, thank you.’ Jensen laughed, prising her hands from his face. ‘A bit tired because I’ve had to work this weekend, but I like to be busy.’

‘You’ll get used to this.’ Matt cupped a hand to his mouth and pretended to whisper to me. ‘Clare mothers everyone whether they like it or not.’

‘It’s true. Can’t help it,’ she said with a giggle, giving Jensen’s cheek one last pat. ‘My daughter, Frankie, is in Australia, married with a beautiful baby, and my son, Ben, is in the army currently posted to Afghanistan, so I’ve got no outlet for my maternal love.’

‘I’m sure you manage to show them you love them across the miles,’ I said. It took all my will-power not to offer myself up as an ‘outlet’; Dad was the best dad ever, but even he had been no substitute for a warm and comforting hug from my mum.

Clare looked wistful. ‘I do my best. And I have all of you to look after and that keeps my mind off things. Although I miss fussing over Ted.’

‘I miss Granddad more than I thought possible,’ said Jensen softly. There was such raw emotion on his face that it brought a lump to my throat.

Matt hooked an arm around Jensen’s neck, which was more like a rugby tackle than a sign of endearment. ‘We all miss him. He was the life blood of Butterworth Wines.’

Jensen acknowledged Matt’s heartfelt words with a smile. ‘He was a man of few words, my granddad, but he was a good judge of people.’

Clare perched her bottom on the desk and sighed. ‘I’ll never forget the time he caught me crying over my shopping trolley in the breakfast cereal aisle. All emotional because I’d automatically put a seventy-four pack of Weetabix into the trolley for our Ben before remembering he’d be waking up in Kabul and getting goodness knows what for his breakfast.’

‘What did Ted say?’ I asked.

‘He produced a hanky from his pocket and said the key to enjoying my new freedom was to find a hobby. Then he asked me if I’d like to learn how to make champagne and he’s been paying me in Butterworth sparkling wine ever since.’

‘Me too,’ said Matt. ‘I usually go for the Blanc de Noir.’

‘Talking of which,’ said Jensen, giving himself a shake, ‘Gran has sent me over to grab a couple of bottles for tasting with lunch.’