Winds did blow and shook the darling buds of March, but some days the sea lay calm and slowly, slowly week by week, out came the beach paraphernalia to welcome the sun hungry travellers. White horses rode far out to sea and smashed against rocks, and other days the waves only gently lapped the pebbly shore, sifting and whispering.
Sea mist could shroud the beaches for days. Some totally empty of even a sea gull. Other days the sun glittered so brightly on the water it blinded you. But spring was here and summer heat not far away. Furs would change into summer frocks!
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Sea mist could shroud the beaches for days. Some totally empty of even a sea gull. Other days the sun glittered so brightly on the water it blinded you. But spring was here and summer heat not far away. Furs would change into summer frocks!
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