Sweet Caroline
We walked in silence along the beach, the only sound coming from the howling wind, the crashing waves and the gulls screeching as they circled over the surf looking for their next meal. This was the best time to walk on the beach, the wind driving spray into our faces, its cool freshness washing the cares of the world away, plus the fact that we had the beach to ourselves. Caroline took my hand in hers and stopped walking, forcing me to stop. She turned and faced me. ‘Darling, what’s the...