I see them, as James had said, down by the river at the site of the new bridge.
What on earth’s she wearing?
Lol! I’d not thought of that….
Driving carefully, avoiding bricks and other debris and trying not to knock about the cases in the back of the van, I park up.
James looks pensive. Charlotte, standing next to him waves enthusiastically as she sees me.
The eternal little girl….
Then as I jump out.
Bloody hell, it’s cold…
“Summer’s definitely over.” I rub my hands then bang them against my arms.
“It’s not that cold,” she says.
Yeah, right….
“Two months of beach sunshine, and it feels bloody freezing to me.”
Love that outfit….
“Something wrong?” she asks.
“I’ve never seen you in a hard hat and steel-toed boots before.”
James snorts. “Get used to it…. What?” A man waving a
