Hattie gazes at her husband's empty green-and-white-striped deckchair, the fabric blowing in the breeze. Blinking away tears, she clutches her own chair's wooden frame with trembling hands. 'What will I do without him?'

Olivia's heart breaks watching her mother Hattie withdraw after her husband's sudden death. Without him, she's never been lonelier. Every morning, Hattie places a pair of tired old deckchairs looking out to sea. Staring at the empty chair beside Hattie, Olivia comes up with a plan: One deckchair for hire! Must bring good conversation and have own flask.

Posting the advert in a beachfront caf