Me: A walk on the beach is just what’s needed to lift the spirits. We’re lucky to live so close by.
Nell: For now, at least.
Me: People have been incredibly generous buying us cups of Earl Grey. I can’t thank them enough.
Nell: It really does help our little economy.
Me: I think spring is on its way.
Nell: Really?
Me: It didn’t feel as cold on the beach and Dave even went into the sea briefly.
Nell: He nearly took Kev with him.
Me: I wish we could let him off the lead.
Nell: He doesn’t mind.
Me: He’s such a darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He’s an optimistic animal.
Me: Have you noticed the snowdrops in the lane down to our house?
Nell: I have.
Me: And the daffodils starting to burst into life?
Nell: I wouldn’t call it burst, but I have noticed them.
Me: Maybe better times are ahead?
Nell: Well, I hope that means we find Poppy’s recipe book soon because she’s absolutely furious.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: She’s got all the Guardians looking out for it.
Me: I don’t think books go to Heaven.
Nell: Down here.
Me: Oh, I see.
Nell: Lionel is in a proper pickle without it.
Me: Proper pickle?
Nell: Stop repeating everything I say.
Me: You don’t usually say things like that.
Nell: My friend Dorothy says they’re serving scones at the French Cafe which taste suspiciously like Poppy’s.
Me: What French Cafe?
Nell: The new one by the harbour.
Me: Don’t tell me it’s run by rooks because we’ve been here before.
Nell: I don’t know who’s running it exactly but the Beefies go there a lot.
Me: Sponge Finger is behind all this. You mark my words.
Nell: His name is Savoiardi.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
