Dylan Thomas might not have classed this as Bible Black but it was dark. Dark dark if you know what I mean. In the daytime - although it felt like night as the cold damp wind whistled round my ears threatening to whip of my hat into the Minch o'er the dunes.
I enjoyed the stroll behind the waving marram grass along the winding path. And back again. It threatened rain but gave hail in the end.
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