#248986 - As I clambered over the rocky foreshore, I heard a jingling noise ahead of me from around a small rocky spur, and slowed my pace listening intently. Outside was a pool with changing room suite and a sheltered summerhouse in the grotto. Summer was just beginning and I was able to wander down the cliff path to the beach at low tide and pick amongst the flotsam for interesting driftwood to carve and polish, a hobby I had undertaken for years.
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