Windswept Cottage

Some years later

*Castor*

Standing at the cliff's edge, with the late morning sunlight bearing down on me, I watch as my wife and three young daughters, the eldest is eight, wades about in the blue water ... wearing naught but their undergarments. But there is no one to see.

My wife gives a little screech, racing back to shore, and the wind carries her laughter up to me.

A series of squeals from the girls follows as they all rush out of the water, lift their arms to the sun, rising up on their tiny bare toes, and begin swaying, like saplings caught in a high wind...