We are almost reaching the beach. It wasn’t an easy day, I hate when Hugh talks to me like that. The children should be OK at the cottage with the nanny, better there than here with this weather and his mood changing all the time.

I should have listened to the old folks in the village “nobody go that way this time of the year, it isn’t safe”, but of course Hugh needs to prove that he is right and nothing can change his mind.  He came here to find an answer and he won’t stop until he gets it. I can’t understand why he is following the advice of that old witch, he is a business man, practical and never believed in magic. I shouldn’t have agreed with this nonsense, not without knowing what he is looking for, what the witch told him.