Mid-March, and the day had turned out a little hotter than she cared for but at least the horizon wasn’t hazy. As the sun made a languorous approach to its zenith in a clear sky, she stopped to admire the ocean, a deep turquoise, lapping at the harbour wall. A cool sea breeze shooed away the worst of the heat rising from rock and concrete. The wooden seats, evenly spaced along the short stretch of paving and painted a vivid shade of blue, were empty. No one sat on them, not at this time of day at this time year and even with her sore hip, Clarissa wasn’t tempted.
A quick dart of pain and she altered her stance. Something was not right with that joint. Despite the physio she’d received here, she would need to book an appointment with her doctor as soon as she arrived home from this trip.
