"Sure." Amiably Micah slid into the next lane and took the opposite turn needed to get Erskine anywhere near home. "A long amble through the country, maybe. Or, no. Let's go down by the docks. Been a while since I went down there."

He laughed at the question. "Individuals, that's what they are. All individuals. My eldest has a fixation for flannels, one of his brothers is well on his way to becoming a bad comedian and their littlest has a thing for the banjo. They get together pretty well, actually." He shook his head, turned on the indicator again and taking a turn. "It's their other brother that's the problem. We don't see too much of him, but every now and then he drops in for a visit. Kind of puts a strain on things."