It’s almost time for Darrell and Lu to return to real life back in Wolverhampton and Evesham. It’s been a pretty wonderful few days away, a time to re charge their batteries and enjoy all that an English seaside staycation has to offer.
They decided to spend their last afternoon simply, by putting three hours on the parking meter and setting their rug up on the beach with a huge flask of coffee and a packet of Hob Nobs to just listen and watch the waves, carefreely throw a few stones at nothing in particular and have a cheeky, if very quick paddle in the freezing water.
It was absolute bliss. Each lost in their own thoughts ………..
……….. the real world of county council accounting (Lu) and the school run seemed a million miles away.
…….. and in time honoured tradition Darrell found a few holy stones to bring home, along with his memories and hopes that with this third meltdown finally coming to an end this very day the sea would no longer be the illusive and fleeting stranger it has been for the past 18 months.
1 comment:
A wonderful way to finish your seaside sojourn.
Plus holey stones, to boot. You must have the world's biggest collection of them, by now.
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