A stroll on the beach

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.

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