A weather-beaten sign lay half hidden under a nearby gorse bush. Its faded, peeling letters just visible.
Footpath closed. No Access to Beach.
Too late telling me now I thought. I tried to stand, but felt a searing pain in my leg. As the rain intensified I began to shiver.
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