The salt wind, soft with sunshine, blew in their faces.

The marshes on the landward side were mauve with lavender blossom.

In the distance, the red-tiled cottages nestled deep among a background of green trees and rising fields.
"This indeed is a land of peace," he declared.

"If I hadn't to give you quite so many strokes, I should be really enjoying myself." "You don't play like a man who has been living abroad for a great many years," she remarked.

"Tell me about some of the places you have visited ?" "Don't let us talk seriously," he begged.