![]() Capeville
“One hundred bottles of beer of the wall, one hundred bottles of beer”… over and over this rhyme rang out until the sting of salt air overcame our senses. The volume of the verse countdown noticeably diminished when the children saw water beyond the bridge. Simultaneously, all cares of the week before receded as my wife and I settled back for a long weekend of fun and romance at Capeville, our home by the sea.
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