‘Look, Clara, look at them, you’d think they’d never been in the sea before, splashing and laughing.

‘Let me help with that deckchair, they can be buggers sometimes.

‘Isn’t the sky beautiful? My parents brought me to Scarborough every summer holiday, and we’ve carried on the tradition with our kids.

‘Look at that girl on the donkey. Ha, I knew it, she’s fallen off. She always falls off.
I could sit here for hours.

‘That seagull’s waiting to snatch an ice-cream. I’m sure I can smell fish and chips. It’s a family tradition, you know, Scarborough for the summer.

‘We’re going to see a show tonight. Ken Dodd. Or was it Al Read? I don’t remember. This afternoon we’ll be going up to the castle like we do every year, it’s a tradi…

‘Clara? Don’t go away. We’ve got to go to the funfair and play in the arcade. You know I always win on the bingo. Do you remember, Clara? Gosh, that was a silly question, it was only last year. Wasn’t it? It’s getting cold now, I think I should go inside.’

Nurse Clara saw Peter shiver, tucked the blanket tightly around him and pushed his wheelchair into the dining room. Every day he’d sit, staring blankly ahead. Nobody knew where his mind went, but she hoped he was reliving happy times. Tuesday. That meant fish fingers, mash and peas. Just like every Tuesday. It was a tradition.