Seen from the back as br they walk along the dusty summer road, with br the sheep straying onto the verges where br a tuft of more succulent grass may linger br in the earlier shadow of br the noontime sun, under the low stone wall, br it’s difficult to see whether br the couple walking with the br gentle pace of conversation, are br son and father, or his grandfather; the man br seems older than the young fathers br around here. But from the front, when br you see their eyes, there’s no mistake – br they’re father (or stepfather?) and son all right, talking br with such attention, such respect br for one another. br br They walk into the village, silently greeted, greeting, br with the gentle nodded glance of villagers br about their various tasks; and open up br the wooden door of the cool and tidy carpenters’ br workshop open to the sunny air, where br a young mother gazes at the boy with br all the love in the world. It’s br in His eyes too.