A delicious lunch at the Gylly Cafe and a brief walk on the beach as although the sun was shining, the sea and the sky glorious shades of blue, the wind was bitterly cold and blowing fine sand around.

The crisp cold air makes lovely sunsets.

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry.

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“When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”