Going it alone
Sep 08, 2021
2 minutes
’m swimming in the North Sea at the foot of soaring sandstone cliffs when the haar – that sepulchral scourge of Scotland’s east coast – starts rolling in. With me, on what is rapidly turning into a doomed quest to spot some puffins, is a new arrival to my village. And we are in danger of becoming lost at sea because I didn’t want to go for a bike ride
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