Daylight and dusk are fighting with each other as we walk through the woods, the drizzle that has been our constant companion is turning to rain, we walk hand in hand listening to the sounds of the animals, the birds and the wind.

The path is muddy and covered in the leaves that autumn left behind. I glance at you, there are rivulets of rainwater on your face, but it does not deter your smile. I smile at your smile and you stop me and kiss me softly on the lips.

Minutes later we leave the quiet of the forest and head over the headland and down some stone steps that lead to the beach.

There is the sound of thunder is echoing in the distance. It is rumbling around a valley behind us, like giant boulders being moved, it gets louder as we walk across the shingle down the sand.

We walk along the sand as the foaming waves lap around our feet, each wave washing away paw prints, footprints and sandcastles. The white water washing the beach, leaving a blank canvas for tomorrows visitors.

The crashing of the waves fills our ears, its rhythmical like a giant’s heartbeat. The waves claw at the beach higher and higher reclaiming the land for the sea, if only for a brief period.

Dusk has won the fight with daylight and it is getting harder to make out the houses on the far side of the bay. The odd dot of light the only marker.

We giggle as seawater washes over our boots and we step closer to the cliffs. The rain is now soaking us. Cold rainwater is running down our backs...

I am sure the only dry parts of us are the palms of our hands that are pressed hard into each other.

We jump onto the slipway as another wave rolls over the beach, stronger and higher this time...

The lights of a trawlers twinkle as it leaves the safety of the harbour on the far side of the bay, we watch for a few seconds as it put put puts across the water.

We walk up the lane towards the cottage in the pouring rain, water dripping off our hats, off our coats off our skin. A clap of thunder rolls across the bay as we walk up the steps to the front door.

I open the door to the porch and wet boots are removed and left to dry. Coats are put on hooks and pools of water appear below them within seconds.

I step through the front door of the cottage as you are shimmying out of your wet jeans and my heart stops as I see your lacy white panties covering your cute little bum.

Your Jeans hit the floor followed by your jumper and soaking wet socks. You turn and smile at me, your eyes twinkle, your smile warms my heart.

“Shower?” you say...

“Yes ... sounds good to me” I reply.

You head upstairs and I head into the lounge. I stoke the embers of the fire and add a couple more logs.

I strip off and drop my clothes into a pile on the halls slate floor before I head upstairs. I can hear the shower running. My boxers hit the bathroom floor, you are already in the shower, the warm water cascading over you. I step into the shower and your turn to face me, my eyes water as I take in your naked beauty. Steam wafts around the bathroom and my heart melts.