I had to take a photo of the above shop entrance as it ticked a lot of memory boxes. Paul and I were reminiscing about childhood holidays to Devon and Cornwall and the excitement of getting buckets, spades, floats, nets, dried-out starfish, shells and all manner of tat (as my Dad would say). Great fun!
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A different part of the garden, and presumably a different mouse? This was taken whilst I quietly sat drinking a morning cup of tea, at about 9.30am. He scampered around under the table, to and fro into the sweet-peas under the apple tree, and then up one of the unknown plants [weeds].
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