Oh how I miss the warm summer nights in Brighton with my dearest mother. I remember how we used to make fudge in her microwave and put it in a see through plastic bag and bring it to the beach so we could have something sweet to eat under the parasol. Usually it would melt and we had to lick the plastic bag and our faces would go all sticky. That’s when she carried me to the water and put me down so I would have water to my knees. I was always super scared to get in at first but she would make it fun, as a game. One more step out in the water and I would get one more fudge. Two more steps and I could have the rest. After a few minutes I would not need her by my side anymore and she woud go back under the parasol and watch me closely.
Oh how I miss our days under the parasol.