Quentin gives the young man a nod. At least he had listened to the instructions on how to address him, even if young Gareth decided to still be needlessly formal. The big man didn't seem to notice or care that Claire was in trousers as he loads the two younger people into the carriage and it takes off at a decent trot. With the well worn path between Whitby and Glaisdale they could set a pace that would see them there faster than the train, especially in the fair weather that left the dirt sections of the road compacted.

It takes just under an hour to arrive. The time of day early in the afternoon. "Well Mister Scott, this is your chance to shine. See what you can find out about a Farris in this area." It wouldn't take much for Gareth to learn about the local landmark that was the Beggar's Bridge.