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The first year we went to Herne Bay Nick had made it a surprise, and we'd been cheesy tourists, laughed and kissed and felt free.
The second time we went was on a break from Uni. We'd splurged on a hostel private room, an escape to that freedom.
The third time we went was for our wedding. I hadn't thought I could love Nick more before he proposed this as the venue.
Now I'm setting up my writing desk looking out over that same sea, planning to write my book, while my husband hefts boxes around in his kitchen. Bliss.