About the story
Nick Harman stood at the back of the ship and watched England slowly disappear. ‘That was a really wonderful holiday,’ he said quietly.
His wife, Clare, smiled. ‘Two weeks of rain in Cornwall and you thought it was wonderful?!’
Nick put an arm round her and laughed. ‘Well, OK, the weather was bad, but you can’t have an English August without rain.’ He looked at his watch. ‘When do we get to Santander?’