Down on the beach, somewhere south of Venice, on a slightly stormy afternoon - although it never actually rained. I can never understand why the beaches in Los Angeles aren't packed out (probably people are too busy shopping - the freeway back was certainly packed enough), even when the weather is slightly less than perfect, and the seagulls have been reduced to mugging people eating hot dogs with hot sauce. But I'm very glad for all the space, and the great vastness of the Pacific Ocean, and the mountain backdrop to the north, without tripping over thousands of people. There is something so exciting and foreign about the Pacific - I've always found the Jersey Shore (sorry, natives) too greyly reminiscent of the Atlantic the other side - as seen from Aberystwyth on a bad August day, say.
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