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| It was another torchlit walk. The wind was wild and I could se the white of the rough sea from the carpark. The sea roared. The waves were breaking about 500 metres offshore, but the wind and rough sea blew masses of foam onto the beach. The foam scampered from the strand line in the torchlight, like long lost sea locked souls finally being allowed to make a dash for dry land. |
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| #2minutebeachclean and a nice piece of hardwood driftwood. BEACH BOUY. |
