Trust Morangie. Or rather, don't.
A moderate length he suggested. HA! Very HA!
We were down by the seaside just round the corner from the vanished palace.
The first trail was long. And soft. very long, very soft. The next trail took us still further out still. Swear we touched the beach club wall.
Kilometres, miles away the next took us knee deep in soft sand never mind the hillocks. Misty murmured never let GB loose with a full tin of paint.
Night fell and we found the 4th which culminated in a swim through fine sand up a tall 25% incline.
I'm sure the dawn chorus greeted us as we passed the picnic site while crawling our way On In.
Seeing the quench still had hours before he'd appear we helped him and administered to the parched.
There was just energy to name names and Misty to bucket the many.
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