"Chris," he replies with a grin, his voice raised a bit so she can hear him over the waves. He reckons that maybe she's alright, this Abby. Maybe everyone with an Olive face is, though he's only met the two.

"D'you build sandcastles all the time, then?" he asks, as he drops a shovel-full of sand on top of his pile. It's nearly waist high now.