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Beach pics.
For three days it was Typical Robinson Family Weather.
Which means it's what I grew up with.
Gt Yarmouth is like the little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good, she was very very, good
When she was bad she was a cold drizzly bitch....
Beautiful beaches, strong wind off the sea.
Bracing sea air.
And when I say bracing, I mean it will make your teeth chatter when you're a youngling.
Or an old 'un.
I persevered with strappy tops, despite Mum's horror.
I did not shrivel up and die, I loved it.
Two shots of the beach au naturel.
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