Still blowing

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A cheerful gale was blowing across the clifftops.  The horizon was vaporous, the sky was huge and moving fast, and tiny yachts plunged in the white water.

Miniature wild flowers clung to the chalk, keeping their heads down in the least violent part of the air.

Looking into a bay, inaccessible except by sea.  It’s difficult to convey something of the vertiginous effect.

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    • Thank you, and I’m glad you liked it 🙂 I feel really lucky to have the sea near enough that I can dash off for storm-watching, paddling, beach-combing or whatever the elements are offering.

      I must have psyched you into looking at the blog, as I started writing a post with your name on it earlier today! Just finishing it…

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