...(the place, not the chap, sorry Porty!)
Decided to escape the madness of children's bedtime this evening and take the dog for a long walk along the prom. Threw some frisbee for him, had a stranger ask if she could throw it for him too, watched parents teaching bairns to ride bikes, walked down and had a look at the sculpture since the tide was in, walked barefoot in the sand listening to the waves and playing with the dog, bagged my first porty person (and was awarded ten points for being brave enough to say so!), watched the yachts sailing by, saw the swimming people all swim out in their yellow hats, watched the jet skiers roar by, sat on the wall watching the world go by, heard bagpipes at one end and what looked like a lute at the other, and I thought...what a wonderful place we live in.
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