Although we are lucky enough to live near lakes both small and large, I will admit that the sea continues to call. We fossil hunt under clouded skies, feet on smooth washed pebbles, fingers sandy from picking up shells, always looking for treasure. Hugo finds flint and perfect driftwood and makes a stone age tool. Dinosaur teeth are uncovered (in truth white triangular stones) and memories are made among the seaweed strewn beaches.
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