Walking along the cliffs of Anglesey, North Wales, the wind, wild sea and treacherous rocks, steep cliffs and heather, as wild as wild can be, as peaceful as a blustery wilderness can be, as calm and inspiring as a quiet observance and acceptance of nature can bring to me.

I think to settle somewhere by the sea, on the cliff top in a cottage, or a light house upon the rocks, but I feel a sense of lose and giving up at this idea, I’m not sure why, to keep going, one place to another, always new, seems to be my way, to find my path along an ever changing route, from birth to death.

Morbid? Not so, strikingly honest, perhaps, but death is no bad thing, as necessary as life itself, as nature knows only to well.

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