The Cornish seaside. Clouds are hanging low above the sea and every word we say is being ripped away by forceful gusts of wind. Nathalie and Christopher took us on a walk along the coastal path to the spot where Christopher proposed to Nathalie. Arty runs ahead, up and down the hills, in constant danger of hurling himself off the cliff.
I breathe in deeply and taste salt on my tongue. I could not love this more.
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