Redshank
North Berwick, where sausages, chips and peas were taken with gusto, and where we passed on the ancient art of filling pockets with shells.
Also, a bit of bath tile cleaning and scraping. One day, we'll stand up again.
Here's a loner redshank, with his pals, who I assume to be turnstones in winter clothes.
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