It was Peter Dunns birthday, yesterday, and with great joy we tipped off to the seaside.Clare and Bob shared the driving and our best restaurant, the fish one where the thing flops out of the sea onto your plate, was open. Its been a while - we generally travel off season so everything's closed. We were the only diners so they made an agreeable fuss of us...
The sun did its best and appeared sporadically - the beach was ours, pretty well.
got home knackered but refreshed. Except for Bob who is wrecked.
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