The Second Year and After Chapter 93
For our long-anticipated first summer holiday together as a couple, I’d been planning for a while (since before Easter, probably) to take Julie on a camping trip to the seaside in Cornwall; I’d never been to the Duchy, and with some subtle questioning I’d sneakily discovered that Julie hadn’t either, despite living in the next-door county all her life. It would be a first for both of us to cross the Tamar. By asking around fellow students and my lecturers (it was actually Prof’s secretary...