The wind had blown all the cool cabanas away by the time we got to the beach this morning.
Anyone over a certain age, will probably recall the poster for a certain horror movie from about 1968, which featured a silhouette of Rosmary's Baby's Carriage on a rocky crag.
Graphically it was pretty powerful stuff at least for the time.
Why is it that everyone thinks that after a decade of happily just wandering down the road footloose and fancy free, we now need a conveyance for our apparently ever increasing collection of completely unnecessary things? Clearly we don't and Millie is two so will be finishing school soon and we'll just be stuck with another thing we have no use for.
It was difficult though, as we rounded the corner through the park, not to view the only thing on the beach, living or otherwise as some sort of sign. We backed slowly away, never taking our eyes off it until we were sure we were safe.
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