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| They chose to park over at the Village Green again tonight. It was around 6-10 pm when they reached the beach. A strong wind blew from the north east. They sat in the van a while before setting off. A man walked the promenade. He was pushing a pushchair with the help of a tail wind, the occupant was an Old White Scottie Dog. Not long after they headed back. This time they had a headwind for company. The little dog's ears flapped in the wind. A Seagull ran after a fish and chipper wrapper, like a welder chasing a ten pound note. |
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| It was August but November 1 to 30 had turned up for their annual trip to the seaside |
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| Driftwood. They headed back... |
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| They crossed over onto the promenade. The Dodgems seemed to be huddling together in the hope that they would find some relief from the strong wind. |
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| The Bus Station Clock Tower, |
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| The flappiest flag award? |
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| Coffee in van, watching the world and the sea go by. BEACH BUOY. |
