I spent last night in the pop-up camper, and woke up to a spectaular morning. The dappled light that made its way through the tree broughs was dancing upon the canvas above me when my sleep came to an end (approximately five hours earlier than usual) at seven. My mother and I then drove down the road a few minutes to the seashore for low tide.
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