It had been raining all morning … I had been trapped inside. I dragged my fingers across the window-pane dreaming of warm sunny days on the beach. I was six when I last went – it was amazing, the soft sand; the roaring waves; the tall tropical palm trees. I was climbing all the slippery boulders and even found a rock pool infested with mesmerising coral and tiny little fish that slowly nibbled at my short chubby fingers. I would catch crabs and show them to my mum and then I would go back and catch some more of them. That was all great until the rain came.