I had those photos out again today.
Do you remember when we went to Scarborough on our honeymoon and stumbled across Hunmanby Gap?
You looked beautiful as you shyly sprawled on that chequered picnic rug.
We virtually had that stretch of beach to ourselves, didn’t we?
Remember how we laid there, chatting nonstop and didn’t realise that the tide had come in?
How we ran back up that little hill, laughing as we went, didn’t we?
My goodness this house is vast without your laughter.
I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed.
I do hope you can visit me tonight, love.
If not, sleep well, Mol.