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Sitting here at the table in the bay window looking at the soaked dark brown empty beach, the tide coming in like liquid silver, and the dark navy coloured rain stuffed clouds entirely concealing the Welsh coast and thinking that if I'm still sitting here in about ninety minutes time, I can glance out to watch the queen of England walking past my window.
It is very slightly unreal I suppose, coupled with the mounted police quietly ambling along patrolling the promenade, and the crowd barriers which magically appeared overnight. A crowd? Here in Weston-super-Mare? A crowd of what? Oh and it's pouring with rain, obviously.
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..down by the zea zippin' zider 
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