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Monday, August 4, 2003

buckets and spades

Yesterday the sun shone. We drove to a small town off the Cumbrian coast who’s streets are wide and cobbled and its houses big and brightly coloured. Each winter the town dies. It becomes sad and unwanted. The guest houses look forlorn, and people rattle around the cold empty streets shivering and looking for a warm shop to hide in from the harsh sea breeze.

But yesterday the sun shone. The wide streets became home to market stalls. Children ran around in shorts and t shirts clutching buckets and spades. We sat on a brown, yellow, and red blanket. Half hidden in the sand dunes. Shivering slightly whenever the sun went behind the clouds and whenever we looked at the children splashing about in the cold grey sea.

The town was alive again. It had survived another winter. We’d dismissed the glitz and the glamour of the modern world and returned to its old fashioned charms.

The sun shone as the town welcomed us with open arms.

Posted by Rachel

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