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Here we are on the beach in between hailstone showers

We went to Patch again on Saturday. But look mum you got it all wrong the beach has disappeared. It's hidden under all this water! The bus dropped us off at 10.45 andwasn't due to come back until after 1 o'clock so we picked our way along this small strip of beach along the river and made our way round the headland to the sea. 

There was no beach at all here but there is an esplanade along the front of the caravans. 

The sea was crashing on the rocks and there were white horses in the ses.

We walked back along the bridleway towards Ferwig and saw a flock of lapwing flying overhead. 

Then we got back to the road. The bridleway had run along the frontof the woods. 

Are you sure we're going the right way? 

I'll just have a drink ......

while She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed looks over the gate towards the misty mountains.

More road trudging. ..

to where we catch the bus home. 

Happy New Year to all my furends from Aberporth.