Paul drove them down Melrose Hill and turned on to the road leading out to the cliffs above Sharker’s Rock.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said, as they crested the hill. ‘I have it on good authority that the weather will clear up. We’ll get a beautiful sunset, and it’s a full moon tonight.’
‘Are you good at reading the weather?’
Paul shook his head. ‘But I know someone who is. Someone who spends half his life staring at tide tables and weather reports.’
Another hint. Grace wasn’t sure whether to be excited or disappointed. Part of her was thrilled that she was on a date with the Masked Surfer, but another part was growing to quite like Paul just as Paul. He had a quirkiness to his personality which gave her a warm feeling inside.
Paul stopped the car in a little car park on the cliff top. He swit
