Me, my dad, and Lytham windmill
Me and my dad
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We were on our way to the second hand bookshop. The wind was like icy knives, the fighter planes were roaring over on their practice runs from Warton, and we were talking about the demise of Preston docks.
And then the sun came out. Sometimes I wonder, why would I want to be anywhere else?