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NGfL CYMRU GCaD The owl gave a loud hoot as John paused by the straw bales. The tall trees hid the little berth where the sailing boats were moored.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD His teeth chattered, as he paused for a moment. Carrie, his friend, did not speak. She was too tired to say anything, as their day at the seaside had been so fabulous.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD They had roamed the beach, scouting for shells. They found few of those, but they had some other finds: they found a covered mound in the sand dunes, covered by sand and soil.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The recent storm had claimed lots of plants, when the sea stewed angrily, as it called in a constant boiling whoosh.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The high waves had already taken a corner of the old wartime tower, as they charted their way up the coast.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The sand bar had disappeared under the mauling current, as the raging sea showed its power.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD They also found a battered tray with a grainy picture of the Queen on it, and a rusty toy car. The ferns stirred then, causing them to look in each direction.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD They felt scared, as they took a turn down back on to the beach. John dug his elbow into Carrie’s ribs. “Let’s shoot off back to the road”, whispered John.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD The tightly planted fir trees which stood along the roadside were full of rooks, ready to call their grating squawk. Carrie’s patience was wearing thin.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD “You have the patience of a saint, John”, she exclaimed as she gripped his hand like a new born kitten’s paw curled over its eyes.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD “I knew I’d get you back safely, Carrie!” boasted John. They quickly passed the grey stone jail.

NGfL CYMRU GCaD She could not wait to feel the joy and comfort of resting her head on her soft, warm pillow.