On our way to the sea...
That rare but perfect mix of a chilly wind from the NW and the sun warm in the SE meant we could find a wee spot too shelter for a few minutes...
Sun-trap.
I find a place beneath the cliffs
That the chilly wind can’t reach
And here we sit
The morning sun
Warm across the beach
Above our heads wind lies in wait
Up in the trees it roars
But here we’ll stay
For a little while
In our sun-trap on the shore
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