Cold sea water lapped gently against Kate’s feet, and she exhaled briefly in delight at the cooling it provided. It was a hot day, and she relished this relief. It was her first holiday with Mark since her Mother had passed away, and she wanted everything to be perfect. So far it had been. The sun was hot, the beach was fine, and the townsfolk where kind and friendly, just what she had hoped for when they had discovered this quaint seaside town, quite by accident.
Mark had walked down the beach, she could see him in the distance, chatting to a man and his small child. Mark was very much the friendly, outgoing type, he had the envious skill of being able to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere, about anything.
She looked out to the sea. This is the kind of holiday her Mother would hate to go on, but would love to hear about. Her Mother was not the adventurous type, preferring planning and rules in all aspects of her life. Kate inherited this trait from her Mother, but having Mark with her, she always felt that she could do anything, go anywhere, and she would be safe. It was this feeling of safety that allowed her to book two weeks off work, load the car up and take to the roads in search of adventure with him.
This town was the second they had landed in, and after two days here she felt like she never wanted to leave. She was a lover of beer, and the town produced two delicious locally brewed ales, they had craft workshops, thatched cottages, flowered walks and everything a body could want for a relaxing, carefree holiday.
Kate knew that Mark would want to move on eventually, but she hoped that he could be persuaded to stay a few more days. She looked down the beach to see him walking speedily towards her, and she waited patiently for his hand to take hers.