Dodging (after a fashion) the rain this afternoon, Broadmarsh still manages to offer up images that conjure up an air of mystery. A horizon shrouded in mist, a moored boat seemingly without a human presence, a darkened headland, a strange light illuminating coastal plants colonising the sea defences. Best leave it to the swans…
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