And so they ran with all their might, to the beach! HARK! The beach, with it’s secret life just beyond its borders, burning grains and blinding bright landscape.
There was music.
Unable to achieve this 30 degree world atm, Charlie and I instead went for a BRACING! walk on the Mendips. I robbed his photo of this experience.
Still very nice, of course, but entirely different wardrobe. I’m talking this.