There’s no place like home, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The quay to my heart.
When I know it's almost time to turn around, I shimmy down the sea defences to the gorse and mudflats. The tide is coming in, but I can afford to stay for a few minutes more.
These boots are made for lockin’, and that’s just what they’ll do.
The lingering sweetness of raspberry ripple was displaced by a sudden pang of ghastly clarity: the key was in the cup holder, the cup holder was attached to the stroller, the stroller was in the SUV, the SUV had locked itself, and we were stranded.
