"Just somewhere to curl up with you, to lay low. There are the dunes to the South that I am sure we can find a place to rest in the sand and scrub. There is always the apartment. I just want somewhere to enjoy the day, away from prying eyes, Somewhere we can talk, with nothing else to worry about or do."<br/><br/>He spoke as they walked, never rushing, just moving. The surf rolled in and under their feet, hiding the trail of the passing along the shore. Craig watched as the dog's played, racing the tide and chasing birds and bugs alike. The soft sound of the waves did not seem to take anything away, instead just making the day seem more full.<br/><br/>His hand in Peg's they moved, heading towards the South, towards the gently rolling dunes that bracketed this portion of the beach. The dunes were neither large no vast, but a simple  collection that butted to the shore. There the pampas grass and scrub bushes grew wild, where natural paths cut through the sand to lead in simple maze for people to walk. Most people avoided them since they held no real use. Giving rise to the occasional rabbit or birds nest being found.