A Whisper from the Waves: How a Seaside Memory Shaped a Dainty Dream There is something utterly magical about a proper British summer holiday, is there not? Those endless days spent by the coast, the salty air whipping through your hair, the distant cry of gulls, and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. I remember one particularly lovely afternoon, years ago, sharing a quiet moment with my sister on a rather pebbly beach, the sun warm on our faces. We were chatting about all sorts, reminiscing about childhood escapades, and that feeling of connection, of shared history, just warmed m...
