Across the long grass to the sea. Down the steep path, me in flip-flops ('thongs' actually cos we are in Australia). Across the shingle with its pieces of wood, bleached white and those little bits of indestructible blue cord that you find on every beach in the world. Behind an outcrop of sandy-coloured rock, our secret cove. No-one but us would take the trouble to clamber this far over
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