In the late summer with sea salt still rubbed into our skins, the leftover from the Southern French holiday, we went, Violette and I, to Hastings, by the sea. “On the way to the sea” is so pleasant with our basket of fruit, flimsy cotton dresses and colouring books. The train clanks down Strawberry Hill, out of Tunbridge Wells and into Sussex. Somewhere between Stonegate and St. Leonards, a woman, barefoot, comes rushing into our carriage. She is very light-footed, like a Sussex-summer-time
I hope for the best for her ❤️
Bless you for helping your friend in so many ways. Respect.