Me: It’s you and our beach.
Nell: My face is sandy and it’s poor quality.
Me: I know but people can get the feeling of our new life here in Devon. Our sunset walks.
Nell: Sandy and a bit blurred.
Me: Actually, Nell that sounds about right.
Nell: It’s been an exciting few weeks. I am extremely proud of the way David and Harriet coped with the journey.
Me: Yes, they were really good. You all were.
Nell: We discusses it beforehand and knew you and Kev needed our support. I laid down a few rules.
Me: There were a lot of boxes weren’t there.
Nell: We managed.
Me: This place is so amazing and I love to see you all running on the beach.
Nell: The sea is a little cold and David and Harriet are over familiar with strangers.
Me: Yes, they do like to socialise.
Nell: I was talking to David about his boisterous behaviour. Rolling that dog over to play bitey faces was not acceptable.
Me: It’s his favourite game with Harriet and he doesn’t know his own strength. Luckily the owner understood that Dave is still a puppy.
Nell: Never mind the owner, it’s the dog. Would you like to be walking along minding your own business when a giant puppy leaps on you?
Me: He hasn’t done it again, Nell.
Nell: Of course he hasn’t. I told him not to.
Me: We love it here, Nell, don’t we.
Nell: We do.
Me: The green hills, the red earth, the beautiful beaches.
Me: And the peace and quiet, Nell. It’s wonderful.
Nell: I agree. Especially the quiet.
Me: You can really relax and breathe and centre yourself.
Nell. Good grief. If you mention the wind in our hair I am leaving.
Me: It is lovely though. The wind in our hair.
Nell: That’s it.