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Today was what outdoor, stuff and nonsense types would call “a tad bracing”.  It was what I would bloomin’ freezing but mercifully dry.  So this made it the kind of day especially invented for a brisk stroll on the beach wrapped up like a plum pudding.  All of this was undertaken on the strict proviso that aContinue reading “Mystery of the Goose Barnacles”