Parts 1 and 2. Here’s a short little Part 3:
“Fishing,” I answered, and kissed him on the cheek. The soft bristles that tickled my chin reminded me how glad I was that Fintan was growing a beard.
“Well it’s a good thing we weren’t counting on that for dinner then, isn’t it?” he grinned at me and winked, teasing me in the way he so often did. He took the fish and my basket in one hand, putting the other around my shoulders as we started in the direction of our tent.
I liked our camp. Although there were over 50 of us, no one seemed to feel crowded or imposed upon. We’d set up in a grove of trees, just a brief walk from the lake, and there was plenty of room to spread out the tents around the common area we used as a kitchen and storage space.
The tent Fintan and I shared was small compared to those of the more established, older couples and their families. Of course, we had no children to house, and were considered the newlyweds in the group. Everyone knew we needed very little space to coexist.