Monk's moments: Monkey business
A couple of years ago I was in the north-east of England with my wife. It was a fine summer’s evening, and looking at the map we found that we were not far from the coast. A walk along the beach seemed an inviting idea. It is not an area that either of us knows well, which explains how, some 30 minutes later, we found ourselves on the seafront at Hartlepool. Even in June an icy wind blew off a grey North Sea. The Côte d’Azur it was not.
Dermatology in practice 2002; 10(4): 31–31
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