I was very much looking forward to taking long walks on the beach with my love…
and every afternoon Matt and I could be found doing just that…
Walking along the hard mud flats hand-in-hand; the wet, dark brown sand seeping between our toes.
Combing our beach for the just the right bits n pieces of driftwood underneath the intense rays of a late summer’s sun. Pronouncing the sand surrounding the jetty to be best littered with the finest driftwood, gnarled and twisted, looking like monsters and beasts…
And after we’d filled up our bags to overflowing we’d start back, continuing our lazy contented walk in the opposite direction, strolling the beach, lost in one another.
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