This is where we go when I say, ‘the beach.’ It’s a danger at the moment: the scent of the rabbits in the dunes sends Dylan insane with desire. I don’t mind him chasing them; I mind him not coming back, and I mind more his refusing to be caught when he finally does get within range.

The big local news story at the moment is that the Environment Agencies are thinking of flooding the area immediately inland & north of Winterton, to help spare the remainder of the coast from erosion. But people live there.

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