The first true spring weekend. Sunglasses were worn, freckles appeared. Lunch was eaten outside in the sunshine with china and flowers and all manner of yummy foods. Beaches were walked on, sunsets were watched. Sisters visited. Chips were consumed out of paper, laden with salt and vinegar, on sea fronts and high up on cliff tops. Lambs were photographed. Goat babies too. Rabbits were seen to scamper in the grass by the sand dunes as the evening light faded from the sky. Trout was cooked and eaten. Wine was drunk. A good weekend.
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