here was I trying desperately to avoid the rasberry ripple description ... I was so busy and intent checking out the work on the ship opposite, something made me look back; a cormorant was pulling away from the quay, and left these ripples, as the breeze pushed through from under the quay. Click. Or whatever the digital equivalent is of that nowadays.
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