1. We come over the top of the links, and there's the sea sparkling before us.
2. Among the beiges and browns of sand and pebbles, the spiky blue of sea holly.
3. This town rings a curfew bell at 8pm. This evening, we are coming home from dinner by the river, and it feels about right, with night falling and lights coming on.
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