"It"s hardly even cold!" She yelled. "Come on in!"
"Me next," Mary said, following Lorna"s example.
"We"ve got a hill to climb." Charlie said. "We have to beat the men, remember?"
We ignored Charlie"s protests as one by one we stripped and ran to the water"s edge. Perhaps because of the influence of the Gulf Stream, the water was warmer than I expected and certainly far warmer than the North Sea on the opposite coast. My feet sank into soft sand as I walked up to my thighs and then ducked under to swim half way to the offshore skerries. Lorna waved to me, smiling, turned and swam away. Mary and Kate raced as far as the skerries and returned. We were all laughing and shouting, and eventually, even Charlie joined us.
"Glad you could make it," Lorna laughed.
"Glad I did," Charlie said. F
