Saturday, 11 July 2015




I remember the beach at Poole from my childhood, when I went there with my grandmother on summer visits.  One summer she rented a beach house, which I recall as a small wooden hut with sand on the floor, and a gas ring for making tea (naturally).  This summer we visited Helen and Richard, and walked the beach with our kids.  It was very windy, cloudy, and almost deserted.




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