It was when I was in my early 20's and dating what I would describe at the time the 'love of my life'. It was just another Saturday. I was at home wondering how to fill my day when he rang me to say that he would be at my house in half an hour and to pack a small over night case. All of a sudden I was absolutely intriguied by this sudden enthusiasm for romance, (he was not he romanic type). I packed my case and went down stairs to meet him. We drove down to West Wittering and had a picnic on the sand. Now it was freezing, and I was very uncomfortable with sand getting everywhere but he had gone to so much trouble making the sandwiches and picking my favourate alcohol, pinot grigio, ( but wasn't that everyones)!! It probably wasn't the best date in the world but it was the fact that he had tried and when I asked why he, had gone to all this trouble he said it was because I always moaned that he did nothing romantic and as I loved the beach so much he thought he would surprise me.
We are not together anymore but I will always remember that day, not because he was a sweetheart for the first and last time but because for the first time ever he actually listened to me!