Holidaying.

My love. Let's always remember our first proper holiday together. 

Pitching our tent in the twilight. Pulling out pegs in the pouring rain.

Running down Shore Road to grab our swimsuits, soon as the sun appeared.

Reading in the mornings outside our tent, cups of minty hot chocolate warming our bodies anew. 

Bumpy boat rides, dinner at a wooden table one street from the sea.

Snuggling up together as rain beat down on canvas.

Shooting stars and burnt pancakes and late bus rides.

Sunburns and freckled noses, crazy golf and your first s'more. 

It was wonderful.