Chapter 13

The seagulls playing on the caravan’s roof woke me the following morning.

My mouth was as dry as a bone. I ran the tap to get some cold water and drank two pints. I took a coffee back to bed and read my book for a while. I must have drifted off.

A tractor driving past woke me; a glance at the clock told me it was just after eleven o’clock.

The sun was high in the sky. I had a long shower and a coffee and found that I felt a little bit more human.

I decided to walk into town and get some food. I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and made sure I put on plenty of sun cream. I decided not to take the country lanes; instead, I would go via the coastal path.

I put my camera and some water in my rucksack before putting on my trainers and heading out. There were signs for the coastal path. It was a great walk with great scenery.

I got into town just after two o’clock, so I was just in time for lunch. I found a pub with a good menu. I ordered a pasty, chips, and a pint of Tribute.

The Cornish pasty was on my to-do list. I had read up on things to do and eat and made a list.

A true Cornish pasty should be shaped like a ‘D’ and crimped on one side, not on the top. Its ingredients should include beef, swede, which they call turnip in Cornwall, potato and onion, and a light salt and pepper seasoning.

The one I was served was huge and very meaty; I added some brown sauce and tucked into it. I felt a lot better after that. The waitress was cute and smiled nicely as she took my empty plate. She showed me the dessert menu, and I ordered apple pie, custard, and another pint of beer.

After eating, I had a nice wander around the town, spending an hour on the beach before heading back into the little streets and taking some pictures. I saw an advert for a boat trip the following day.

You had to be at the harbour at ten the following morning. I walked back along the coastal path and changed the camera lens before taking more pictures. I still have an album with those pictures on my bookshelf. When I had seen enough, I went back to the caravan site and had a couple of pints in the clubhouse before going to the shop and getting a bottle of wine and some fresh milk and bread.

I feasted that night on the plonk and crisp butties, I had a great evening sitting in the sun and reading my book. There is nothing like chilling in the fresh air.

I walked into Looe the following day and went on the boat trip. It took us over to Looe Island, left us there for two hours, and then, after a circuit around the island, dropped us back at the harbour.

The next two days were spent visiting some little fishing villages around the area. I had some nice meals, tried a few more of the local ales and even tried the famous Cornish cream tea.

I slept well every night, and the clean sea air and the walking I did helped with that.

I took the BMW to Padstow, where I visited a few places and had fish and chips in the harbour.

It was great weather, and the sun was out from dawn to dusk. After a long day visiting Lands’ End and Falmouth, I ate a meal of cheese on toast and drank tea while sitting outside the caravan.

I could see the sea in the distance. I decided to go swimming the following day.

I did not need to set an alarm as the seagulls dancing on the caravan roof woke me at six o’clock every morning. I got dressed in swimming trunks with shorts and a T-shirt. I rolled a towel up and took some cash.

I decided to drive down to town. I found a parking space and headed down to the beach. There were a few folks already on the beach. I stripped down to my trunks and walked across the sand until I was ankle-deep in the cold seawater.

I was soon knee-deep; then I took the plunge, no pun intended; the cold water took my breath away for a few seconds, and then I started to swim. There was a pier to the right and rocks to the left. It seemed that most folks used that as a sort of track, I did twenty lengths; it had been a while since I had been swimming, and I really enjoyed it.

After the twenty lengths, my arms and legs were burning. I swam back to the shore and walked across the hot sand. I found my clothes and unrolled the towel to dry off.

As I was doing that, I heard my name being called out. I turned to see a gorgeous blonde walking my way. She was in a one-piece swimming outfit and was wet from the sea.

It took me a few seconds to work out who it was. It was Louise, the lady who had shown me around the rental properties. The swimsuit showed off her womanly figure, and her smile lit up the beach.

We hugged, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Wow, fancy seeing you here!” she said with a smile that weakened my knees.

“Yes, it has been a few weeks!” I said, slipping my shorts over my trunks.

She had said she would come back to see me, but it never happened.

“Yes, sorry, I know I said I would see you, but things have been mad at work,” she said with an apologetic smile.

“So, where are you staying?” I asked,

“Oh, my sister and her kids and I are renting a house on the edge of town,” she told me.

“Nice, and how long are you here for?” I asked.

“Oh, we have five more days,” she said, “well, I should go and dry off before I freeze my tits off.”

I glanced down, and I could see her nipples making little tents in her swimsuit. She followed my eyes and giggled.

“Like what you see?” she asked, and I lifted my eyes.

“Yes ... but you knew that the day you handed over the house to me,”

“Yes ... yes, I did, “she stepped closer to me and kissed me gently on the lips.

I would have loved to pull her to me, but she stepped backwards.

“How about a cup of tea and a chat?” she said with a knowing smile.

I followed her to the rocks where she had stowed her towel and summer dress. She dried off, and I have to say my eyes never left her gorgeous body.

We headed up the beach once she had slipped the sun dress over her swimsuit.

We found a café. I ordered a coffee, and she ordered tea. We both ordered bacon and egg sandwiches.

We ate, and we chatted, and we got on like a house on fire. We had been there for an hour when she glanced at the clock.

“Wow its time I got back to the house; we are going to the zoo today!” she smiled.

“Okay, let me walk with you!” I said.

I paid the bill, and we walked through the town. We got to the path that led to the carpark, and Louise told me she was stopping the other way.

We kissed a gentle kiss.

“Do you want to meet for a drink later?” she asked.

“That would be nice; where and when? “I asked, trying to avoid sounding overly eager.

“There is a nice pub in town called the Fisherman’s Arms; we could meet there!” she said.

“That sounds good to me. I was there for the live music the other day!”

“Shall we say eight o’clock?” she said.

“Sounds perfect to me!” I said.

We kissed again, and she walked away; I could not help checking her cute arse out; she must have sensed me watching as she turned back and waved.

I drove back up to the caravan, and after a coffee, I put on my walking boots and went for a walk along the coastal path. It was nice to walk with the sun on my back.

The Cornish coastline is amazing. The scenery is second to none.

I walked for three hours, before turning inland and walking along public footpaths, across farmland, and through a lovely forest. When I returned to the caravan, I kicked off my boots and laughed as steam drifted off my socks.

I made a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich, sat outside, and read my book for a while.

I glanced at my watch, which told me it was six o’clock. It was time for a shave and a shower. After my shower, I made a coffee and checked the bus timetable in the holiday park’s welcome pack.

A bus left the holiday park at seven o’clock, giving me plenty of time to get to the pub. I could have driven, but if we ended up having a few drinks, it was not worth the risk.

I arrived at the bus stop with plenty of time. The bus was empty when it arrived, and half a dozen people from the holiday camp were getting on. I was the last on board. The bus dropped us off just over the bridge in town.

I got off and walked around to the Fisherman’s arms. It was a small old-world pub. There were a dozen small tables, all empty when I walked in.

I ordered a pint of Tribute and took a seat in one of the window seats. I was halfway down the pint, and it was nearly half-past eight when Louise walked in. I stood up, and we hugged.

“I am sorry I am late; we got stuck in traffic,” she said and kissed me gently on the lips.

“No worries, you are here now. That is all that matters,” I said.

“So, what are you drinking?” she asked, picked up my pint, and tried it.

“That’s nice; I will have a pint of that, please,” she smiled.

The barman had already started to pour two pints by the time I got to the bar, We sat, and we talked. She asked about my life and was interested in my time in the army. I said I worked for a small film company. I left out the fact that we made porn movies, had a few more pints, and even shared a bag of scratchings.

We talked about her job as an estate agent and her family. She told me she had been married, but that had ended a few years back, and she had two kids. They had gone away to Spain with their dad for a few days, so she had come to Cornwall with her sister and her sister’s kids.

We talked about music, books, and holidays. She did not like flying and preferred to spend her holidays in Wales or Cornwall. When I told her I had never been to Cornwall before, she gave me some great advice on places to go and sights to see.

By the time the barman called the last orders, only the two of us and two more couples were in the bar.

We drained our pints and walked out into the cold evening.

“So, are you going to walk me home?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Of course, I will,” I replied and took her hand in mine.

She led us down to the beach, where we snogged on a bench. The sound of the waves was all we could hear.

We walked through the streets and across the bridge, We said our goodbyes and exchanged a kiss full of passion and need.

We agreed to meet in the same pub the following evening. We agreed to meet at eight o’clock, and she jokingly promised not to be late.

I watched her until she stepped into the door of the house and waved goodbye.

I knew it was too late to get a bus, and I had not seen any taxis around, so I walked home up the steep hill.

It took me a lot longer to get up the hill with a few beers in me than it would have normally.

I took a pint of water to bed and slept well. I woke to the sound of the gulls dancing on the roof.

I was hungry, so I got showered and dressed in record time. I put some bits and pieces in my rucksack and took my camera. I got to the bus stop just in time to hop on the bus.

Once I was in town, I walked down to the beach and found a café by the RNLI station that offered a full English breakfast. I ordered that with extra toast and a pot of coffee.

The food was amazing; I wolfed it down. It was nice to be this close to the sea. After eating, I ordered more coffee and a muffin.

I paid my bill and went for a walk around the town. I picked up some presents for the team, some local fudge, and boxes of biscuits.

Then I got the bus back to the holiday park and spent the afternoon reading my book in the summer sun.

It was one of those great sunny days that we used to have back in the day.

I went inside at five o’clock and took a shower and a shave. I walked into town and was in the Fisherman’s arms by a quarter to eight. The barman must have recognised me as he was pouring a pint of Tribute as I got to the bar.

“Hello mate, did you have a good day?” he asked.

I decided that one day I would move to Looe, and this would be my local.

“I did, thanks, mate, and you?” I replied.

“Yes, mate, I did some fishing and had a nice lunch!” he said as he put my beer down and took my cash.

I took a seat in the window and picked up a copy of the local paper someone had left on the table.

Louise was late. She apologised with a smile and kiss, then went to the bar and came back with two pints of Tribute and a bag of scratchings.

We had two more drinks and then went for a Chinese meal. We talked and talked and talked some more. Later that night, I walked her home. We kissed before she walked away from me.

We had agreed to meet at the beach the following morning at seven for a swim.

My cock was as hard as nails as I walked up the hill to my caravan.

My alarm woke me at six, and I had a coffee before pulling my trunks on and my shorts over the top. I got a clean towel and headed off to the beach.

I waited for her until 7:15 when I stripped off and started to swim from the rocks to the pier and back. I had done three laps when I saw her waving at me from the beach.

She swam out to meet me, and we swam alongside each other for another ten laps.

It was Louise who headed back to the beach first, and I followed her. I watched that cute arse as she got to her feet and waded through the waves.

We both dried off at the top of the beach.

“Fancy a cup of tea?” she asked as she slipped a summer dress over her swimsuit.

“Yes, there is a nice café over there, “I said, pointing to the place where I had had breakfast the day before.

“Or we could go back to the house; it’s free until six tonight,” she said with a coy smile.

“Until six?”

“Yes, my sister has taken the kids to a theme park, and she won’t be back until six!” she said with a knowing smile. “I take it you do not have any plans?”

“I don’t, and if I did, I would change them,” I giggled.

“Good because I have needs!” she said, and I noticed she bit her bottom lip.

“In that case, let’s go,” I said.

She took my hand as we walked through the streets.