Blowy Day

I was still laughing at the revelation. “I can’t believe you would do something like that,” I said, nudging into Gavin playfully. “You, of all people. Skinny dipping? Here?”

To me, it didn’t seem that Scotland was at all the place for swimming in the nude. Ice cold sand crunched beneath our feet and we wrapped ourselves in each other’s arms for warmth. There wasn’t another soul about except for the gulls. They screeched overhead and a small clan of them paddled by the water’s edge, gathered about a large fish that had been washed ashore.

“Don’t be a prude!” He said, chuckling.

“I’m not a prude, I’m just shivering at the thought of it.”

The wind blew against us loudly, bringing with it a whiff of salt and seaweed. It carried on through the pines behind us, making them shiver.

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