As the colour drained from the day, it took with it what little warmth had been afforded by the young sun. The young suns rays were enough though to ward off the chill breeze that swirled the notion of winters presence around Hengistbury Head. For that I was grateful, as was I for the clear sky and fresh air after what seems like weeks of mainly grey, weirdly warm, dankness. Although, with the sun gone it felt like winter proper now, which cold as it was, was as it should be, I know; but that didn't stop me making haste off the head as twilight fell.
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