The nostalgic beach held a certain charm to the young teenagers heart. The way the waves would crash against the golden sand and the Sun would beat relentlessly upon the shoulders of sunburnt skin. Finishing the last day of their bittersweet holiday among the fishes in bournemouth Bay. For this holiday would be the last for the well put together family, people were growing and the time for childish holidays were coming to an end. That didn’t stop the shrieks of laughter that came from the teenagers on the cusp of adult hood, it didn’t stop the memories of those same booming laughter coming from the mother and father with now salt peppered hair.