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Along the quayside

Along the quayside

Strolling along the harbour wall eating fish and chips, smelling the saltiness from the sea and marvelling at the ships..fishermen throwing flounders onto the stoney pier, spare scraps of fishy freebies, a welcome sight for any holiday maker here

Boats moored up for another night, ropes tied to the harbour wall, old die-hard anglers with rods in hands catching tiddlers small.. Oh how I adore walking along the quayside when I visit the coast, my childhood memories are the ones I love the most.. reminscing the many long hours I played as a tiny tot on this very pier, standing by my Father watching him steer.. he was a captain of his fishing boat, with responsibilities and keeping it afloat

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Nigel Cresswell

Really love this Jill, I was born by the sea and while I love my woods I miss its beautiful power. 
Lovely poem 
Nigel 

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Jill Tait

Exactly like me , thanks loads xx

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Marion Price

You have painted a beautiful picture 💕

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Jill Tait

Awwww Thanks luv 💕💕💕

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Jill..what a wonderful memory of being with your father the angler on the sea.  I live near a lake and once lived on the lake...I just love the whole environment of water...lol...Great write.  I enjoyed. xo Love n Hugs  

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Jill Tait

Thank you my lovely Cherie💕💕💕

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