To the sea
The sea was the end point of my journey, the goal to aim for. In my mind I imagined the gate at the end of the castle garden- it opens onto a beach lapped by the North Sea. To get there I travelled through barren moorland where nothing stirred. I passed a single white cottage, all on its own, surrounded by hills of Heather. Who would live in such isolation? There was something appealing about having this all to yourself, but it was also foreboding, a harsh landscape, a place where nature could easily wreak havoc. |
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