Jamie and Anna, reprising their cover as newlyweds, waited at the flying boat terminal at Foynes.
The weather was good for the time of year, and the local girls were fliting about in light summer dresses.
Anna was taking mental notes, just in case she ever had to carry out a mission in Ireland.
"So, who is our target this time Jamie?" she purred in his ear, using the cover of a peck on the cheek.
"Oh, you'll recognise him, my dear, you'll recognise him!"