Sometimes I'm surprised about the things I sign up for in life and this trip to Shoreham is a prime example. From the moment Wilf picked me up in his newish Audi I knew things would change between us. The drive, although picturesque, was fairly uneventful and we arrived at half two. Wilf had booked a room in the Old Knocking Shoppe B&B, stating that he would have booked two rooms if they'd been available, but there was a party of octogenarian retired monkey handlers staying at the same establishment.
That didn't really matter to me, we had a lovely afternoon wandering around the old town and even exchanged a few kisses whilst waiting for twenty minutes for the level crossing to clear. The highlight of the afternoon was visiting the Museum of Seaside Windbreaks, which was particularly illuminating.
We had a lovely dinner and I drank more wine than usual. When we returned to the B&B it was very romantic. We didn't do much, but Wilf's very considerate and propped the 'Dorking Kingsbury Book of Lady Pleasure' up on the bedside table so that he could correctly locate my erogenous zones. He's a very thorough man on that score and has even stuck post it notes on pages of interest.
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