It feels strange to frown at the heat and brightness exploding through my kitchen window. August was after all so very bleak and grey. Great Admiral’s dance close by and the mackerel skies outside pull my thoughts and mood to them magnet-like. I find myself memory walking upon a beach in Bude, barefooted, relaxed and …
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