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12:13:12 Chie on the street facing the harbour in Portscatho. | 12:17:57 Looking out to sea from the harbour in Portscatho. | 12:18:30 The house we used to stay in on holidays when I was a kid. |
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12:19:22 Boats in the harbour in Portscatho. | 12:25:34 Heading out of the village, towards the little bay we used to go to when we were kids. | 12:29:52 Chie clambering down the rocks to the little bay. |
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12:30:37 Here's me down on the beach. Not as sandy as I remember it! | 12:30:45 | 12:30:49 |
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12:31:28 | 12:36:43 Re-enacting the time when me and my brother buried my Dad's shoes... | 12:36:55 |
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12:37:06 | 12:37:26 | 12:37:47 |
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12:38:01 | 12:38:15 Dad pretending to look cross. | 12:38:24 |
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12:38:33 In this part of the reconstruction I humbly offer the only one of the pair we were able to find. | 12:38:37 | 12:40:59 Nick's shoes. |
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12:42:10 | 12:45:18 Me, Dad, Louise and Ian on the beach. | 12:45:34 Same again with Chie taking my place. |
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12:48:18 Looking down to the little bay once more as we were leaving. | 12:48:42 Walking back to Portscatho. | 12:57:32 Lovely clifftop garden on the edge of Portscatho. |
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13:00:52 A couple more shots of Portscatho before heading back to the house... | 13:20:53 | 13:21:19 |
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17:43:11 Back at the house. Tonight's aperitif: whisky. Although I don't recall if this one was Port Ellen or Port Charlotte. | 17:43:19 Chie looking down from our bedroom window. | 17:47:37 Our own little private beach, the tide is quite high here and there's a lot of seaweed! |
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17:48:18 The yachts moored near the house. | 17:48:31 | 17:51:50 Chie jumping about in the front garden... |
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17:51:54 | 17:51:59 | 17:52:01 |
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17:52:04 | 17:52:05 | 17:52:07 |
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17:53:48 Mmmm... these little apples growing in the garden looked delicious, but regrettably were not ready to be picked yet. | 17:54:12 | 17:55:21 View from the side/back of the house. |
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17:56:20 Chie peering into the kitchen window. | 20:32:32 Dad and Janie out on the terrace. | 21:28:54 A mild outbreak of hysterics as we tried to sort out how Vera was going to get back on Friday. |
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21:28:58 | 22:25:13 After all the stress of trying to arrange Vera's return journey, she decided she needed a smoke - not sure you can quite see the colours here, but these are Sobranies - a bit of a family tradition. | 22:33:03 Never having really understood the appeal of smoking myself, I thought I'd just hold one and let it burn out so as not to be left out. |
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22:57:38 A bit of a disappointing attempt at taking a night shot across the bay to the lights of Falmouth harbour. |