Secrets and sadness lie just beneath the Cornish waves… Lucy, hi. It's Tom. How are you? It's been a while. I've been meaning to get in touch but it's hard to know how to after so much time. I hear you're doing really well up there. I knew you would be. You should come here, you know, back to Hideaway bay. Come and see everyone, see how little it's all changed. Feel the sand between your toes, the Cornish sea breeze on your face. When the sun hits the surf in that way it does, it's as magical as ever. That's why I'm writing to you, actually. I want to get the gang back together again, one last time before…well…just one last time. You should come too. The four of us, a summer on the beach, like old times. We all want you here for it. I want you here for it. It's been so long since I saw you. I still think about you. Tom
