Nell: Lunch and a stroll on the beach was just what we needed.
Me: Yes, it was. I love the feel of the wind in our hair and the smell of salt in the air.
Nell: Good grief. There you go again. You just get carried away. You can’t smell salt.
Me: I can.
Nell: It’s the seaweed.
Me: I can smell it as soon as we get near to the sea and so can Harriet because she starts her seagull squeals.
Nell: Harriet won’t be joining us for a while.
Me: I know but we both can smell the salt.
Nell: If you start talking about David galloping across the sand like a wild stallion, or Mutley wading into the sea like Neptune I shall leave.
Me: I never said a word.
Nell: Good.
Me: Although you look very fetching with your sandy nose, Nell, and your soulful eyes. Just like a Hollywood film star.
Nell: Ridiculous.
Me: I think Charlie would like that photo. You should send it to him.
Nell: I suppose it is quite flattering.
Me: And you can write:
“Charlie, my love, this is me
Thinking of you beside the sea.”
Nell: I despair of you sometimes, I really do. Quit while you are ahead.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
