Living close to the Irish Sea (It's about 100 yds north of us) we thought we would go out and celebrate by watching the sun go down over the wind turbines in Liverpool Bay.

I went to the chippy, and then to the offy, and with just moments to spare, my better half and myself walked out to the sea wall. When she'd suggested doing this, she'd envisioned us sitting, close, warm and tactile, perhaps on some sun warmed slope of soft grass and daisies.

We sat on a concrete wall. The wind was uncomfortably chill, and strong enough to easily pass through our thin summer garb. We gulped down our chips, and necked the wine, and went home.