There’s been wild and raging storms, surging up the coast — gale winds, ripping rains. Then, silence.

I look out over the waters, and it’s still as ever, so quiet, it’s like there’s nothing there.

Beyond the sighting cairn, the triangular arrangement of stones, that seems to survive storm after storm, wind running after…

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This morning, Kingfisher, spies…

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