That’s what Mark had promised her, but Kelly now felt more stressed than she had before. Mark had decided to take them well off the beaten track, into the wilds of the marshlands. ‘It’ll be fun,’ he had said as he’d pulled off the A16 onto the first of many narrow, winding lanes. ‘Where’s your sense of adventure?’They had eventually come to a dead end in the road. A little, cracked concrete car park lay on the left hand side. Mark had pulled the car over and stopped the engine.‘What are you doing?’ she’d asked.‘Come on, let’s go for a walk,’ he had said, undoing his seatbelt.‘Where?’ She replied with a question. She looked around and saw nothing but miles of flat, bleak farmland.Mark pointed to the grassy bank at the end of the road.‘Over there are the marshes themselves. Let’s go and have a look.’Kelly sighed and undid her seat belt, then reluctantly got out of the car. Despite the warmth of the day, there was a reasonably strong wind blowing and with nothing to dampen its force for miles around, it had a chill to it.‘Christ, it’s cold,’ Kelly said, hugging herself.Mark stood straight with his hands resting on his hips, his back arched as he took in a long, deep breath.‘I think they call it bracing,’ he said as he exhaled.
