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Blakeney #4

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Holkham Beach, a huge, magnificent expanse of sand... a favourite of royal princes, cantering across the sand and in the shallows.

Today though, it was us and the remnants of Hurricane Florence. Florence might have been in remnants, but still generated 60mph winds, whipping up sand to resemble stage smoke on the surface of the beach. It stung our beshorted legs. Lovely cloudless sky, but we had to seek shelter in the dunes. We had a picnic lunch to eat.

Florence wasn’t going to be beaten. My complaints prompted Mrs H to declare:

“Aren’t we lucky? Sandwiches with real sand!”

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