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Winter . . .
The beauty of the beach in winter, washed clean, cold and empty. Surf breaking , white and frothy, beating against the rocks. Rain and wind, clouds scudding across a huge sky, wrapped up in your warmest gear, taking on the elements. Walking along the cliff tops with seagulls wheeling. Then to the pub, cheeks flushed, the warmth of the welcoming fire roaring, starving for a huge lunch and a well-