After the BBQ, where it took two people to carry the meat back and forth, and after the dishwasher was loaded, there was a definite (though not very vocal) call for some exercise.After several calls for "Anybody fancy a walk?" we had a quorum and set out for a stroll along the beach.
Sir Lancinglot was wearing new trainers so insisted on walking in bare feet along the sand (the tide was out). The rest of us strolled higher up the beach.
Though the greensward was busy with dog walkers, the beach was very quiet and we seemed to have the whole place to ourselves.
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