It was in the late 1980’s when Ian Rapley, a Uniform Police Constable in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers at the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea.
Which was a popular destination for visitors with its
Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well
maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, and has all the usual
things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of
course the Sharpington Fun Park.
They were staying in a Caravan Park up at
Whitecliffe Hill for a week beginning on the Whitsun Bank Holiday weekend and
were blessed with warm clement weather, which brought many more visitor to
enjoy all the seaside fun.
The lads had been there for one day when quite by
chance they met up with some familiar faces, a group of girls from Abbottsford and
among them was Catherine Pugh, his sister Sian’s best friend.
Ian had fancied her for years, but she had always
given him the cold shoulder, but suddenly they were both at the same resort, at
the same time and with no romantic attachments, so he thought he would chance
his arm one more time.
It took the best part of the three days but she eventually
she weakened and agreed to go to the Palladium Ballroom with him to see the
Proclaimers on Whit Monday.
It was a great night, they sang and danced and
cheered, and afterwards they went to the bar and drank and talked for a couple
of hours, before they
walked along the beach together, hand in hand in the moonlight.
The beach was
deserted and silent but for the gentle breaking of the waves on the shore.
When
they reached the pier, she stopped and turned toward him and smiled and a
moment later their mouths met in a kiss that was a delicious taste of tender passion.
It
was a kiss he had dreamt of for years, but the reality of it far surpassed his
wildest imaginings, but for Catherine it was a revelation, an unexpected
delight, and her senses were heightened, her perception altered, the kiss had
opened her eyes and her heart.
“Wow,
it looks like you finally got me” Catherine said with her head on his shoulder
“I
was beginning to think it would never happen” Ian admitted
“I
was certain it wouldn’t” she replied “But what do I know”
She
added and giggled and then she kissed him again before she ran to the water’s
edge where she began splashing in the breaking waves.
“I
was wrong” she shouted to the moon “I was wrong”
Then
she ran back up the beach giggling to where Ian was standing
“I
was wrong” she said quietly and hugged him “All these years I was wrong”
Ian
was speechless as he held her, and he prayed that it wasn’t just a vivid dream
and then she whispered.
“But
I’m not wrong anymore”
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