"I do too. It's a relief, and sometimes I can almost forget about all of the things that are different. There's still grass, and trees." It may be a silly sort of sentiment, but it's what she feels and she's not ashamed of that in any way.

"There's a little pond in Petros park, the ducks are there. I like to feed them, even if the signs say that we shouldn't. They're ducks, just like there were ducks in a pond at Downton, and just like there they're greedy and loud. They waddle and quack and are rather like some of the men that my father knows, if I'm honest." Sybil laughs at her own description, even though her cheeks turn pink. "Have you had a chance to see much of it yourself?"