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Post by October Wolfe on Jul 8, 2010 15:49:34 GMT
Not a particularly exciting story, but I proved my title.
Last weekend, I had Stripey at my house. We went to Saltburn on the Sunday. After much pottering around the Valley Gardens and bothering of ducks, we headed down to the flood plains, towards the beach. Then it struck me.
I stopped, pointed and said "That's the North Sea. It's over there." I grinned happily and then navigated us towards said sea and along the pier.
Again, in Whitby, we found ourselves faced with this fearsome sea, ankle deep in the tiny little waves as we paddled. I pointed towards my feet. "That's the North Sea. That's it."
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