There's a point, when you live by the seaside, just before you have to hand the town over. We have the ever changing skies and the magic of the beach in winter and then, one day, the sun shines, and the air fills with the sound of the funfair and the smells of candy floss and vinegary chips. And we know it's time. We take one last quiet walk along the beach or up the pier, and then we step back.
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