Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Come rain or shine dyslexic Diane ate her sandwiches and giggled at the word Groynes.

 

Dyslexic Danni always sat and had lunch giggling at the word groynes webDuring our epic walk from Sandbanks to Bournemouth, we experienced a wide variety of British weather.

But with our Stiff upper lips we carried on regardless, taking shelter where possible. And during one period of sheltering I saw Diane who was sat on a bench, holding a see-through umbrella – eating ice cream.

How very British.

A groynes is a sea defence - Wood sunk in the ground to ward off the approaching tide from stealing the sand.

I’m not sure what word Diane saw.

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