As I sit here writing this post I am looking out over a magnificent, brooding seascape. The horizon is shrouded in mist, the headlands on either side shelter the small quiet beach before me like the arms of a gentle lover.
I can hear the distant tolling of the village chapel's solitary brass bell, ringing the half-hour.
In the evening I may take a gentle stroll down to the tavern and sample some of the local ale.
That's if the mob of yokels with pitchforks and torches doesn't beat me to it.
It's not all bad though.
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