Still Got It

Chapter Five

G race couldn’t go back to the town beach. There were far too many hazards lurking there for total relaxation, current pupils and cocky young colleagues being the main ones. She deserved an afternoon of peace and quiet after her Saturday morning class of lively seven- and eight-year-olds, but she’d have to find somewhere else to go.

Striding past the path to the main beach, she upped her pace, and instead turned left and along the headland, enjoying the light breeze which regularly caressed the island. It meant that it never got anywhere near as hot as the Greek mainland, which would be a welcome relief as they approached July.

An impressive boat with its white sails flapping in the wind cut a path through the sea below her. Grace could see tiny figures rushing about onboard, and others lying flat out in bikinis on the shiny bonnet of the boat, or whatever the correct term was. Phil had been a keen sailor, dashing off in his waterproofs whenever he could to crew for mates with boats, usually based Portsmouth way. It was the trade-off for her spending time away with Sofia.