So we arrive on the desolate sands at Fleetwood. I almost get to run free. Looking out into the depths of an ancient ocean. The sounds of cackling gulls are carried round by a gentle wind blustering around as I wonder what to do next. Guess I just walk on a solitary path along the coastline to nowhere. Thousands of pebbles lying on the sands of time but change to sparkling jewels as the tide washes over them. The relentless echo of waves forming and crashing down.With a flying flick of the butt Im up up and away.Looking back along the paw walked shoreline. The clouds are rolling in to the horizon to merge with ocean somewhere on a horizon. The ageless call of the ocean rolls up into my soul.
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