Shovelling the seaweed away, Agnes was not happy. ‘Forth time this year,’ she muttered and threw a disgruntled stare at the waves lapping against the ineffective flood wall. Archie pulled up in the hire van. He drove over the seaweed Agnes had spent the last hour gathering into one neat pile. ‘Next lot ready?’ he …
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Published on October 07, 2020 01:10