TPR was impatient that we leave as soon as possible so as not to miss the spectacle of the full moon over the sea.

I packed my bikini and a spare jumper then jumped into the back of the car with my colleagues AL and IMcG. AL admitted his well-disguised Portuguese heritage to us all and for the first time I could hear it in his speech. IMcG shared menus from a recent meal that he had enjoyed in a French restaurant. I noticed the prices of the dishes. We would never pay so much for our supper.

TPR drove us through the dark to a house above the cliffs. There we waited until the moon rose. At the appointed time we grabbed our warmer clothes and cameras to head to the beach. TPR kindly helped my colleague DG put on her coat.