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		<title><![CDATA[By Wit & Whitby - Harbor, Beach, and Sea]]></title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 22:14:39 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Getting My Sealegs Back]]></title>
			<link>https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=1074</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2025 09:58:06 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://bywitandwhitby.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=12">Claude Longbottom</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[The loud cries had softened into occasional whispered noses from the young infant strapped to his back, perhaps asleep or just watching the world around them. The morning air refreshing and gentler than that of the cities. And yet, Claude had not missed the smell of rotting fish that lingered in each breath. Still, the calming walk along the seashore as the morning sun began its ascent into the sky reminded him of simpler times. Of childhood laughter and secret dreams. If one told him that he would one day willingly leave Whitby and return married, he would have laughed them off.<br />
<br />
And yet.<br />
<br />
The small family had arrived just yesterday and had spent the day moving into the small flat above what would soon be open to the public as The Joint Effort. He still didn't know what to think of his fathers-in-law ridiculous name, but since the man was now his main source of income, he wasn't going to complain. Florence had then spent the night up with Matthew, his son not wanting to settle into the new space. Only moments before did she finally relent to handing the babe over and to get some shut eye. Claude opting to leave the house all together to give his wife time to rest in peace. <br />
<br />
He had yet to track down any of his family, too busy the day before, but part of that was also the fear of what he would find. Would he had led them into by putting himself first. He knew seeking out his siblings would need to come in the days ahead, and avoiding his parents if at all possible... <br />
<br />
Lost in thought, he nodded to the person passing him the other way without much thought. <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"Good morning"</span> he greeted while meaning to continuing to walk on.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The loud cries had softened into occasional whispered noses from the young infant strapped to his back, perhaps asleep or just watching the world around them. The morning air refreshing and gentler than that of the cities. And yet, Claude had not missed the smell of rotting fish that lingered in each breath. Still, the calming walk along the seashore as the morning sun began its ascent into the sky reminded him of simpler times. Of childhood laughter and secret dreams. If one told him that he would one day willingly leave Whitby and return married, he would have laughed them off.<br />
<br />
And yet.<br />
<br />
The small family had arrived just yesterday and had spent the day moving into the small flat above what would soon be open to the public as The Joint Effort. He still didn't know what to think of his fathers-in-law ridiculous name, but since the man was now his main source of income, he wasn't going to complain. Florence had then spent the night up with Matthew, his son not wanting to settle into the new space. Only moments before did she finally relent to handing the babe over and to get some shut eye. Claude opting to leave the house all together to give his wife time to rest in peace. <br />
<br />
He had yet to track down any of his family, too busy the day before, but part of that was also the fear of what he would find. Would he had led them into by putting himself first. He knew seeking out his siblings would need to come in the days ahead, and avoiding his parents if at all possible... <br />
<br />
Lost in thought, he nodded to the person passing him the other way without much thought. <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">"Good morning"</span> he greeted while meaning to continuing to walk on.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[fossils]]></title>
			<link>https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=1068</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 14:52:07 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://bywitandwhitby.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=491">Christana Porter</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Christina loved to hunt for fossils; there were so many in Slatwick Bay, which was not a far walk from Whitby. However, there was an issue with her hunting. <br />
<br />
She was good at finding unique specimens; she was a woman, and her findings were not taken seriously. <br />
<br />
She wanted to change that. <br />
<br />
She had found a woman called Frances to discuss her current situation and maybe form a business.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Christina loved to hunt for fossils; there were so many in Slatwick Bay, which was not a far walk from Whitby. However, there was an issue with her hunting. <br />
<br />
She was good at finding unique specimens; she was a woman, and her findings were not taken seriously. <br />
<br />
She wanted to change that. <br />
<br />
She had found a woman called Frances to discuss her current situation and maybe form a business.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Taking A Moment to Breathe]]></title>
			<link>https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=1033</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 01:35:45 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://bywitandwhitby.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=206">Ruth Blacke</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Ruth woke up wrapped up in his arms and it took a moment for her mind to remember she was with him and they had shared a night of lovemaking after months of her being there. While she had absolutely no regret in letting it happen, hell, even initiating the kiss that facilitated things, she was very giddy and overwhelmed.<br />
<br />
She carefully extracted herself from the bed and pulled on most of her clothes before quietly taking her leave. She was very careful in leaving the room so others would not be alerted to her wanderings. She then went to her room and sat a time before penning a note for him and leaving it for him on her chest of drawers. It was discreet enough that nothing incriminating, only a note that anyone could read that explained she was taking the day to herself before she would retrieve her son sometime in the later morning.<br />
<br />
She pulled on the easiest clothes she could get into and left while it was still in the dark of the early morning hours. The autumn air was crisp like the frosty grass that crunched underfoot whilst she followed a familiar path in the garden, the very furthest corner where she lay in the leaves on her cloak, staring up at the sky until the frost was melted and the sun was high. She did nothing but lie there breathing, there was no weeping, just feeling overwhelmed.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ruth woke up wrapped up in his arms and it took a moment for her mind to remember she was with him and they had shared a night of lovemaking after months of her being there. While she had absolutely no regret in letting it happen, hell, even initiating the kiss that facilitated things, she was very giddy and overwhelmed.<br />
<br />
She carefully extracted herself from the bed and pulled on most of her clothes before quietly taking her leave. She was very careful in leaving the room so others would not be alerted to her wanderings. She then went to her room and sat a time before penning a note for him and leaving it for him on her chest of drawers. It was discreet enough that nothing incriminating, only a note that anyone could read that explained she was taking the day to herself before she would retrieve her son sometime in the later morning.<br />
<br />
She pulled on the easiest clothes she could get into and left while it was still in the dark of the early morning hours. The autumn air was crisp like the frosty grass that crunched underfoot whilst she followed a familiar path in the garden, the very furthest corner where she lay in the leaves on her cloak, staring up at the sky until the frost was melted and the sun was high. She did nothing but lie there breathing, there was no weeping, just feeling overwhelmed.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Nightshift]]></title>
			<link>https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=889</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2022 17:50:41 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://bywitandwhitby.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=438">Ruadhán MacNiel</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[His watch had been on since 6pm and it was approaching 10pm. Another hour and they would all head to bed for a couple of hours rest and would respond to the siren if there was a fire.<br />
<br />
It has been Ruadhains turn to cook for the crew and he had made fish pie for the crew using fish he had gotten from the Wards fish stand that was fresh this morning. <br />
<br />
The crew had checked all the kit on the cart and had settled down for the evening. The training had been complete and they enjoyed their own down time to relax.<br />
<br />
Ruadhain sat upstairs and flicked through todays paper. He heard footsteps coming towards him and without looking up muttered "what can I do for you laddie?"]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[His watch had been on since 6pm and it was approaching 10pm. Another hour and they would all head to bed for a couple of hours rest and would respond to the siren if there was a fire.<br />
<br />
It has been Ruadhains turn to cook for the crew and he had made fish pie for the crew using fish he had gotten from the Wards fish stand that was fresh this morning. <br />
<br />
The crew had checked all the kit on the cart and had settled down for the evening. The training had been complete and they enjoyed their own down time to relax.<br />
<br />
Ruadhain sat upstairs and flicked through todays paper. He heard footsteps coming towards him and without looking up muttered "what can I do for you laddie?"]]></content:encoded>
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