We take ourselves up to Fairhead, Ben Mór, one of our favourite walks, for a little quiet togetherness; it’s a soft day, the views blurred by mizzle and the sounds dampened in the mist. The sheep stare at us and hurry off the path as we make our way towards the edge. A couple of ravens are patrolling the cliff and we find our spot; looking straight ou…
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