Yes, there you go …

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… I said it was faithless.  Today the grim grey rollers loomed, fell on the land like a thousand of bricks, burst mightily when they crossed one another.  Watching from behind the sea wall was prudent; not wanting the English Channel to grab me by the knees, nor yet to assault me with flints.

1 rightThe beach where I sat yesterday has been ripped away.  No doubt it will turn up somewhere else soon.

2 leftI wondered how the samphire is getting on.  It doesn’t seem to mind the odd flint or two.  I hope the hoverfly left in plenty of time, though.

3 yesterday

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