Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Fourth March Blog 11-3-15

“Let’s go for a walk,” Becca said.
“Good idea,” agreed her boyfriend Apax.

It was an early sping day. Quite warm, for the time of year. Bright sunshine and a light breeze. They had the beach to themselves. Gentle surf rolled in, little white breakers hitting the sand then rolling back into the grey ocean. The shore shelved quite deeply at this point. Only the hardy took a dip here.

They were not paying attention to their surroundings, more talking about the upcoming party they were planning the following week.

“Shall we make it a fancy dress, vicars and tarts or something.?”
“That’s so old hat Becca. Why did you suggest that?” Apax was always willing to listen to her suggestions, but that was as far as it went. They were never practical, of course. She was not a girl like that. Old-fashioned, her mother called…