The beach was more rocks than sand. He picked his way over the pebbles, irritated when they rolled beneath him, making him unsteady. This sunset walk she’d insisted on was not exactly easy going. 
 He looked back, wondering what was taking her so long. She was stooping. At first he thought she’d fallen. Then he saw the glistening pebble in her hand. She added it to an already bulging pocket. 
 And he realised, while he’s seen them merely as obstacles to be got over as quickly as possible, she’d seen them as individual things of beauty, to be studied as she went. Now he had grit in his shoes, and she had a pocketful of treasures. 


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