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Tuesday, 14 April 2015

The fog

The fog bank rolled in toward Brixham. I alone knew what horrors lurked within the sea mist.

I had to go for a walk today. It was one of those walks to clear the head. Ironic that clearing my head coincided with the sea fog rolling across the bay.

The walk worked. My head cleared. I’m not sure what happened to Brixham, it disappeared into the mist.