‘I apologise for them,’ Joan said.
‘Pass me the wine. If I drink enough perhaps I’ll recover my sight.’
Joan couldn’t help but grin. ‘I would have mentioned it if I’d thought there was a risk of you going over to Penworth Bay. But you know, why would you swim there when you could swim at Blue Sands?’
‘Because I look like the guy out of Hellraiser!’
‘Ah, you’re overreacting. You can barely see anything.’
‘That’s because I was in the sea for so long my skin dissolved.’
Joan could barely keep the grin off her face. ‘Mum said you had a lovely lunch. Did they wear clothes?’
‘T-shirts. Because they said they were worried about burning.’ Grace rolled her eyes. ‘I wanted to burn. I prayed for fire. Once, your dad got up to adjust his towel.’ She squeezed her eyes shut and winced at the memo
