Looking directly at Newton, backdropped by the bridge and cars driving by - and beyond that, the bay - thoughts of the Wall faded into insignificance. He was married now, to this man.

Hermann's eyes crinkled into a smile. How he managed to be so endearing with such a clumsy delivery, he'd never know. Surely some years ago, it had been annoying. He tipped his chin up above the bit of scarf and kissed Newton's nose.

"Yes, all right. Let's try to enjoy ourselves then."