Recollections of the past , visions of the present
She had walked and walked, almost without thinking, just allowing her feet to take her where they wished, away from that place and him. Finally stopping and looking around, she found herself somewhere she vaguely recognised .... a smile began to cross her face. She hadn't been here for years - at least, not as an adult - the foreshore. Sitting down on a dilapidated bench, she looked around her, out towards the water of the harbour. In front of her, there was a group of children playing at the waters edge: throwing stones into it, trying to make them bounce across its surface; running up and down the jetties , laughing and giggling; splashing around, trying to make each other wet. She started to smile to herself again ... and slowly, in her mind's eye, another picture formed ... that of a little girl, shoe-less and slightly muddy, scrambling along amongst the shingle and rocks looking for shells and crabs, calling out to her Mum and Gran sitting on the grass bank above her, unde...