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The Place To Be
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Lobster Thermidor on the shore at Blackness on Sea with ma babee and ma wee doggee, from the Lobster Pot pub where they sell delicious hot grub.
There's adornments galore from ceiling to floor and paintings I adore which left me wanting more.
This wee gem of a place made my heart race, with walks on the beach and sunsets of peach.
Beside a castle so grand I hunted for treasures in the sand.
My memories are sweet, I hope again that my feet shall stand on this land, so I can return to this place with a skip in my pace.
Blackness on Sea the place to be !