|Back of the benches on the wall of Southsea Castle|
This morning, before heading back to London, the Englishman and I did our traditional walk along the seafront. As always, the weather was almost mockingly gorgeous. We looked at each other.
'We could still move here.' I said.
The Englishman laughed, 'How many times have we had this same conversation?'
The sun was high and there was a slight breeze, just enough for the handful of sailing boats to move dreamily across the Solent. Our host for the night had left us earlier in the morning to take a group of beginners on the water for the day. As we stood there on the walls of Southsea Castle, we both wished a walk here was a daily occurrence, rather than the occasional one.
Perhaps one day.