When in Devon
Belle was bored out of her damn mind. She was sitting on a deckchair on Croyde Beach, watching her friends Adrian and Wayne surfing. It had been fun at first, seeing them manoeuvring the boards with skill, riding the waves. And giggling at the occasional fall, of course. They were good, but not perfect.
Now, on the third day of walking from their lush holiday cottage to the beach to check out the surfers, Belle really wished she’d stayed in and taken advantage of the free WiFi. Or even gone into the village pub or cafe. Read a book. Anything but continue to observe the boys on their bloody surfboards.
She wasn’t even supposed to be there, really. A third guy, Max, was meant to be going, but he’d dropped out for some reason, so the others had asked her if she wanted to come
