When the tide is out, the setting sun silvers the pebbles.
Only brave people had opened up their beach-huts.
It was too cold to sit on the groyne with a bundle of fish and chips. So I asked for mine to be wrapped tight and I took it home.
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What a lovely post!
PS Perhaps we could share the painted furniture!
Let's do that, as long as I get plenty of cuttings from the garden! (And a share in the gardener!)
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