Winter ducks at Slapton Ley
A wave takes me by surprise and, dragging Izzy with me, I scurry back up the beach, water lapping at my ankles. Having learnt our lesson, we wander, hand-in-hand, along the shingle shore at a safe distance from the water’s edge. We pause often, to build miniature houses out of large, flat stones for pebble people, to inspect shells, or seaweed, and once, to study a sea wash ball more closely. [...]
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