Charles comes down from the sofa, takes up the album, and turns the first page. Stares like reflections on the mirror glares at him. They are at a beach, in swimming trunks. He is lying on his back on a heap of sand. Beside him is Winifreda, kneeling down, building castles over his feet. Five paces away, a family is on picnic. At the sea, far off, a wall of wave is rolling toward them.
