I spent many summers on that long sandy beach that stretches for 3 plus miles beyond the next town called Hayle. Also fished in the river mouth in the foreground, and caught fish to boot. Thanks, it brought back lots of fond memories. Your friend Rob Fensom from Fensoms folly, now the summer rush is over I have time to post, come see. Rob.
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
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I spent many summers on that long sandy beach that stretches for 3 plus miles beyond the next town called Hayle. Also fished in the river mouth in the foreground, and caught fish to boot. Thanks, it brought back lots of fond memories. Your friend Rob Fensom from Fensoms folly, now the summer rush is over I have time to post, come see. Rob.
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