Sunday 22nd Dec
Raindrops hit the old glass like pebbles tossed on the shore, I wake up to a vicious wind howling in the dark. In each lull I fall back to sleep only to be woken again by the next violent outburst of the storm. After a few hours it calms, and by dawn the skies are clearer, though the wind is still temperamental, throwing sharp northerly …
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