Mai looked anxiously at Tom.“I think so. I’m getting used to trusting my legs again and not leaning on a crutch,” Tom grinned at her. “Anyway there’s a handrail.” He gratefully hauled himself up towards the theatre restaurant where he and Mai had plans to enjoy a leisurely meal before the play’s evening performance began.It was the last day of their break and Tom knew that Mai had enjoyed the bright lights and town life. When they’d met and fallen in love last year, he’d told her about the sleepy corner of the West Country he came from. She’d laughed and confessed to being an out an out townie.“Mai, you don’t have any regrets do you?”“Regrets? What sort?” Mai sounded surprised.“Marrying me. Live in the country. Giving up all this.”“Tom I love you. Where you are is where I want to be. Sure, I did miss the social life initially. But I’ve made lots of friends back home now, and I feel really settled at the boatyard.” She paused and looked at him.‘It’s the first time I’ve ever had much of a home life.
