Sharing what’s left of the tarten ’fale, and drinking cups of tea, she talks about the old friends she’s met again that evening, while Seth listens. She talks about Chris’ family and tries to make the family connections for him. Then Seth chats about Robby and she can’t believe that he’s got a date with the bar man.

‘Are you happy?’ Seth asks. She replies, nodding, ‘Hapus iawn.’

The kitchen door opens and Ceinwen joins them. Naomi reaches for a mug and pours her some tea.

‘Are you all ready for tomorrow?’ she asks Naomi, who nods. ‘We’re proud that you’re marrying so well even though we were disappointed when you first announced the engagement,’ Ceinwen ventured once again onto dangerous ground, ‘marrying into an English family and all… I’ll have to speak with my grandchildren in a foreign language.’

‘Paid a dechra Mam, nid heno,’ Naomi warns. ‘Don’t let’s go over this again, it’s all been said before, not tonight of all nights.’

Seth breaks in, asking his mother why she finds it so hard to accept that her children are making the choices that are right for them… and not for her… not for other people. Naomi bangs her mug on the table, ‘Paid ti a dechra chwaith, Seth,’ she points with her finger, don’t you start either!

Seth gets up from the table, kisses Naomi on the cheek and goes to leave the kitchen.

‘Oes gen ti un i dy fam hefyd?’ Ceinwen wants him to kiss her too.

He turns at the door: ‘No I haven’t got a kiss for you. I won’t play by your rules any more. If it’s your choice to deny me, and the people and relationships that are important to me… if it’s your choice to be so rude as to call Jude that Jewish man all the time…’ Seth is gathering steam now. ‘If you can’t accept me and my choices then it would be better if I didn’t come home again. There… I’ve said it.’ Seth closes the kitchen door behind him.

From the bedroom window Seth can see the lights of Barmouth across the wide estuary mouth where the waters of the Mawddach join the bay. In the far distance the shimmer of Pwllheli’s lights seem to dance with the stars on the low horizon. He grew up with the view from this window. He knows its moods… wild at times, ever changing, always beautiful. Its familiarity is a comfort to the finality of his words: It will be better if I don’t come home again.