I couldn't look at all the driftwood on the beaches without thinking of my father and his sculptures.
One sculpture, but can you afford the kitten?
"The beach at last," sighs Stuart.
The fishing pole in the back seat of the car was the best touch.
The Washed Ashore Gallery in Brandon
Old dogs are the best at waiting.
The wind through our ears.....
When beach dogs fly.
The Sea Lion Cave.
Home to the tree fairies.
On to Washington.
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