A huge ship, a hot car and a hot dog. Kestrel spotting and country lanes. Making up stories about an old man with no name and crime-fighting animals. Saying hello to other walkers. A boggy bit. Stopping for a picnic next to a huge house, and ridiculous-sounding sheep hiding in the bushes. Tiny feet. Making friends with the sheep. Getting lost in the undergrowth, stumbling and slipping down the rocky paths. Finding a little cove, cooling off our toes and exploring on the rocks. Zero creatures in the rockpools. Getting a damp bag and wading out to save Mark's shoe from the incoming tide. Seeing the same huge ship out at sea, looking at the big houses, and imagining being rich. Finding a hairy caterpillar! Trudging back through the soft fields, the boggy bits. Rope burn on the back of my knees. Getting stopped by cows on the way home.
It was a good adventure.
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