When the sun was shining last weekend a familiar phrase fell from my lips.
"I wish I was at the beach," I had mused to anyone who was around to hear. Now I live a good two-hour drive away from any coastline, and I said this at about 2pm on a Sunday, so obviously it wasn't going to happen there and then. A few days later, though, I received an email.
"If the weather is lovely at the weekend we should go down to Calshot," and all of my dreams promptly came true.*
