Nice meal. More expensive than usual, but why not- in the circumstances?
We were seated in a corner of the room with a view out across the bay. The day had started out fine, but now the wind was rising, the waves creaming in, the odd gob of sleet flying past the window. In the centre of the room a party of old people was having a celebration meal complete with party hats. "Wig," said Ailz quietly, referring to a man who had just gone off to the gents. She and I like spotting wigs. I studied him closely when he returned. "You're right," I said. "Cut too straight across the back of the neck."
It was blowing up a storm by the time we left the hotel. "You know how I said I was going to have a stroll on the beach?" I said. "Well, I'm not any longer."