In a patch of sunshine, they play while the pier looks on. Cleethorpe's beach offers a rare treat in November. 
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At the place betwen land, air and sea, time is like driftwood thrown upon the shore. Please respect the copyright of the photographer.
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- Like blown glass figures in the waves.
- The cranberry mothership and some ocean spray su...
- The one the fish threw back
- "You threw it, you fetch it from the water!!!!!!"
- Some days were just meant for flying
- The office wastepaper basket had found down sizi...
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- Original beachcombers at work.
- After a season working as an actor on american d...
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- Waiting for a Richard Gere look-a-like.
- A five o'clock shadow.
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