‘Ukraine Family – Welcome You,’ said the ungrammatical sign at the entrance to the car park of our favourite West Sussex beach.
We had arrived for a sentimental visit that might be our last here if the house sale goes through. But Climping was unrecognisable.
Oh, there was the sea, milky blue and churning, beneath a deep blue sky.
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