Sea spray hit Elizabeth in the face, soaking her clothes and hair. She wrapped her arms around herself, watching the golden orb of the setting sun sink into the horizon. The sea was a wondrous sight, especially on an evening. Majestic and awe-inspiring, it swelled up into foam-topped waves that crashed back down against craggy rocks. A sense of peace had descended over Elizabeth. She was back home, where her true heart was, inhaling the scents of the natural world, so different to the built-up pollution of London.
From her vantage point, she could see a family, running along the beach with their dog. One of the children was flying a kite. It swooped and weaved against a breathtaking scarlet sky, lit up with peach and gold hues and the white scattering of cotton wool clouds. A photo snap o
