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| Beryl Seel - we're to the right of the pier (at the paddling pool) |
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| Clare fronting Steep Holm in the mist |
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| The author in Weston's watery sunlight |
For the briefest of moments we thought the promised 'nice day' was at hand; then the clouds reformed and a mist descended. We ate our picnic to a strutting, mewling audience of gulls on the concrete ledge and did not donate (recalling 'The Birds').
