Dancing On The Edge
December 29th 2017 It was a far cry from my usual Christmas haunt. I sat in the pub on the edge of Bembridge. The sea was yards away. The beer garden tables comes with stunning views out to sea, but not today. The sea fret was rolling in towards the cliff. Portsmouth had been visible as I walked up, but not now. The concrete fort from the days of the Napoleonic wars stranded out in the bay was coming in and out of v
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