“Breeze is strong. We’ll have to hang on here for a bit.” Mum snuggled into her coat.
“Gales sweep across that sand,” said the proprietor, “just like the hoards of Danish invaders that came a thousand years ago.” He looked at the family of four who were edging towards the door. “Here, if you want to hang on till the wind drops, we can always have a sing-song. How about ‘There’ll always be an England’?” he called.
We returned to the boarding house when the storm had begun to subside, around half past three. Mum ordered me to have a rest. High tea was always served at half past five and we made it our routine to change our clothes for our meal. Mum said that in hotels people always changed for dinner. It was the proper thing to do. In London they wore evening gowns, Uncle Teddy’s wife Marj
