"What?"

            "I'm going to give it another go in the morning. Cut through the cow fields. Are you up for it?"

            "I'm not that desperate, thanks. Cow pats everywhere, and 'wicked fast tides'. You go, I'll pack. We need to be out by 10.30."

            The next morning Mark was up bright and early, walking boots on and grim determination in his heart. Down through the dunes, on to the beach, right up to the quicksand sign, and then a scramble up to the field. Jules was right...

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