While the football was on we took the advantage of
taking the dog and a picnic down to Freiston Shore.
Not a soul to be seen. a warm breeze blew from the Wash,
the sun shone and the butterflies danced.
Skippers and ringlets galore flitted along the verges and among
the grass, while the whites coveted the sea lavender.
We counted 22 swans drifting on the inland lake and the
herring gulls and terns circled the sky calling to each other.
It was so peaceful. We sat on a bench and watched the small
yachts out on the Wash. Then we made our way back to the
car and sat and enjoyed our picnic tea, before making our way home.
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