The sound of crashing waves and cawing seagulls filled the seaside cottage. It was billed as a cottage, but the house was more like a palatial estate. Grounds stretched from one horizon to the next. Trees reached into the sky, wafting in the cliff side wind. Gardens bloomed with flowers of purple and red more brilliant than the brochure could even hope to relay.
The sun bounced off the gone-to-seed grass making the surrounding hills seem taller than they really were.
It was nearly perfect.
“Lousy allergies,” the visitor said lamenting a lost bag of allergy medication at the airport.