"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Each stanza is worth a thousand words here Gwil - you have so summed up the end of summer at the seaside.
Pat, I think we can say our summer was nice while it lasted.
You mentioned my accounts of Welsh travels the other day. This reminded me of Barmouth and Morfa Bychan in winter, chairs stacked, shutters up, etc.
dogs on the sands and gales on the way
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