The pavement on the opposite side of the hairdresser's curved round a bend to the left, so that any pedestrians walking on that side could take in the full panoramic views of the beach and the waves lapping on the shore. It was in this direction that Grace now found herself walking slowly home.
“Aye aye there, Mrs. Thomas,” a male voice called, “Will you be needing any fish this week?”
Grace turned sharply to see the rugged face of a local fisherman trotting up behind her, his boots still covered in fish guts and seaweed from the morning's catch. She liked Robbie Powell. Although a good decade younger than the Thomas's, he was a very polite young man and always found the time to stop for a chat. Robbie was now taking long strides to catch up with Grace, causing his thick black curls to b
