Alec Hardy didn't take walks often. He usually didn't have the time, he was so immersed in his work he didn't even think of doing something as unimportant as taking a walk

Occasionally, however, Alec found it soothing. He took many walks throughout Sandbrook and the Latimer case. It felt good just walking aimlessly, cleansing your brain of all its nagging thoughts. It felt like rebooting your body and starting with a blank, untainted slate.

Today Alec treated himself to a walk. He strolled through the more empty parts of Broadchurch in search of some peace. With his hands stuffed deep into his pockets he walked, and just as he was about to pass an alleyway, a weird sound made him turn his head.

Upon taking a peek into the alley, Alec was met face-to-face with a meowing kitten. He froze on the spot, but something in him softened as he saw the shivering thing.

“What are ye doin’ out here? It's bloody freezing.” Alec scoffed, his eyebrows knitting together as he observed the small creature, kneeling down to its’ level. He reached his hand out for the kit to sniff him. “You're so little..” he mumbled, marveling at the wee'un.