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Old things and memories
Home.
It felt crazy to be back, but in a way it felt right. Blue Sands was where Grace had grown up, and for all its faults, nothing made her feel alive more than the sight of the sun peeking above the hills in the early morning, the crash of the sea on the shore, the call of the herring gulls as they terrorised some poor unsuspecting tourist.
All these years away, trying to dig herself some kind of life in Bristol, yet it took barely a few hours back in the old village before she felt layers of stress lifting off her shoulders like departing birds.
Dinner with Joan’s parents, Ron and Belinda Turner, was a quirky affair. Known for their summer parties back in the day, the Turners had settled down, and by the end of a hearty roast dinner only three bottles of
