The summer went - busyness and rain. This day the sun and a promise of high pressure. The sea is a balmy 16 - 17 degrees. We`re for the water. Last year I lost count of the salt dips. This year, hmm. Maybe four swims.
Being in the sea is the closest I get to being. Unless it`s atop a tor or cliff. Cliff paths make me run and/or sing. I appreciate the danger of this foible. Both is best.
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