Thirty minutes of relaxation

Tonight’s walk was just thirty minutes long.

Every night on our beach is different, tonight there was a faint smudge in the cloud cover that showed where the moon was.  Visibility across the bay was very good though, and we could see the red lights on the wind-farm over near Formby and two lighthouses rather than the usual one.

Unlike last night it was almost silent – we whispered so as not to break the mood, and I was just about to comment on how quiet it was when a man accidentally set his own car alarm off.  The sea was just visible; it was too early for high tide.

I suddenly noticed that beloved and I were walking in step – rather like two police officers ‘proceeding’ as Terry Pratchett would say.