Gorse Fox made good progress on his speech, so allowed himself a walk along the beach in the au.tumn sunshine.
The force 8 winds that blasted the coast yesterday had died away, but a pleasant westerly breeze still blew in the warm afterrnoon.
Wlakers were out with their dogs, cyclists pottered along, and kite flyers were having a great time.
[File under: Diary]
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