With a crumbling cucumber sandy-wicha thermos of brackish tea
and stern resilience in the face of a biting so'westerly.
Camped behind a mound of shingle
and the storm lashed groyne
there is no better place to write
there is no better place to be!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
And so it began...
With a crumbling cucumber sandy-wicha thermos of brackish tea
and stern resilience in the face of a biting so'westerly.
Camped behind a mound of shingle
and the storm lashed groyne
there is no better place to write
there is no better place to be!
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