Me: It was breathtakingly beautiful down on the beach, wasn’t it?
Nell: Did you notice the ship?
Me: The water was crystal clear and an almost tropical turquoise.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: We could have been stranded on some desert island.
Nell: No, we couldn’t. We drove there from home.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: I do not.
Me: And the darling puppies just swam and swam for the sheer joy of it. They looked like a pair of seals, or otters.
Nell: They certainly enjoyed themselves.
Me: If I had remembered to bring my bathing costume with me I would have joined them.
Nell: Good grief. It always takes you half an hour to put the thing on and even longer to take it off again.
Me: It’s ever so difficult getting changed on a beach, Nell.
Nell: Other people manage.
Me: I do love the water, though. And it looked so inviting. I think I might bring my swimming things next time.
Nell: Anyway, this is all well and good but did you notice the ship?
Me: You mean the tall one?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Of course I did. I even took some photos.
Nell: Do you realise whose ship it was?
Me: No.
Nell; Didn’t you notice the Beefies circling it?
Me: They always do that, in case they can steal some fish.
Nell: Did it look like a fishing vessel to you?
Me: No. It was far more romantic and piratey.
Nell: Exactly. Piratey is the word. If it actually exists.
Me: Oh, I see what you mean.
Nell: Yes. It belongs to Lionel King. He’s back.
Me: We knew he was around, unless you were expecting him to judge remotely.
Nell: But we didn’t know he was this close.
Me: No. Sorry.
