Park car at a jaunty angle; two PE; glorious technicolor über-panoramic crystal-vision morning; -7°C; friendly rabbits; curiously a (slightly nostalgic) whiff of angling shops hangs in the air, maggots writhing in carcinogenic colourant, don't lick your fingers; today the sea-wall is like a box of chocolates,... strewn with unwanted nuts (including those who choose to go jogging in a buttoned up shirt [minus tie] sawn off trousers, knee-pads and boots whilst carrying a plastic 'stick'); proof positive, you can polish the largest of architectural turds; Y; fox carrying a huge Cumberland sausage; partially summer-plumaged flyover GP; dog-walkers everywhere; man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long; if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison', it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later; and so it continues,...
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