Rosie nods, smiling a little. There is something comforting in how normal it is, how the things he remembers are completely ordinary, exactly what you might recall from a holiday you'd had years and years ago.

"I used to think it would be so...so interesting, living somewhere like that. Like I could be someone there that I couldn't in Oxford," she says, and for a moment she feels both amusement and sorrow for how young and foolish she'd once been. "But I suppose it's really just like living anywhere else."