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Waves and horses

Chestnut coat. Long tail swishing from side to side. With mincing steps the horse slowly approaches the sea. Ears twitching. Flaring nostrils. And stops. Waiting. Then a turn, and back up the slope. Slow clip-clop along the road. Homewards bound.

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Fog banks and flotillas

A bank of fog hoversĀ  at the edge of vision, rolling shorewards. The tide is fully in this lunchtime. A flotilla of gulls rest on the edge of the sea, bobbling gently up and down with the waves. A lone bird sits on an isolated rock, watching the world go by. Oyster-catchers nose through the pile of seaweed. Up on the tide-line, dunlins chatter quietly to each other. Perched on a boulder, I turn my face to the sun and bask in its gentle warmth.

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