Last night I dreamt of Cadhay.
It’s most likely the reason I woke up exhausted with half-finished vivid dreams swirling around my head and smashing into my brain like the tumultuous seas below the cliffs at Jamaica Inn. A strange sense of foreboding, like Mary, I need to know why.
As usual the sea was calling me and as usual I obliged despite the lashing rain …
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