This beach, at Balnahard Bay, was the goal of today's walk. We hiked miles over sandy tracks, through bog myrtle and honey-scented flowers. And everywhere the thin soil with rock breaking the skin seemed an apt metaphor for this place, where the old saints built their stone chapels and listened for God in the wind.
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ReplyDeleteLooks idyllic. Have a great time and remember to listen for corncrakes.
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