Camp Cove again, swimming amongst the stink boats and detritus. The beach was full of people, not the least bit pasty and gormless after the cold winter months but strutting about brown, epilated and carefree as if we were in the middle of summer or as though they had all returned from the Greek Islands. The water was numbingly cold, just the way I like it on a day of 31 degree heat.
Rufus contemplating the sea and all three of us enjoying our day in the sun.
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