Knapweed bordered the clifftop paths -
Harebells brushed against our feet -
White butterflies were blown by the wind across the fields -
The sky promised both rain and sun -
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Later, we would climb steps worn down by patient footfall -
Cliffs would hide pristine coves -
The mile wide bay would reflect the clouds -
The hotel would wait for us on its high hill -
The day's walk would end under gentle trees -
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Tuesday 1 August 2017
Ravenscar
Yorkshire
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