A night on the South Coast
One amazing woman, one amazing nightI didn’t have the house to myself, so we’d headed out late autumn to the South Coast for a drive and a picnic. I’d prepared the back of the Land Rover, laying all the seats flat and laid out some thick blankets and a thin mattress. As we drove out we chatted, about everything and nothing. We both found it hard to concentrate, the distraction of the thought about what was coming next being quite powerful. We pulled up on a...