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Under my skin,forever.
I remember these. Too expensive for us to use, we just wrapped a towel round and hopped on one leg. Dad never disrobed, he just rolled his trousers up a bit, took off his socks, fell asleep and burnt his feet, every single time we went on that bit of beach.I’m old enough to remember hiring one of these changing tent things which always smelled fusty and I always managed to get sand in my pants when getting out of my wet trunks no matter how carefully I tried not to.
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