When the winter mists rise from the lowlands the Isle of Purbeck really does become an island.
Where there is mist there is mystery and once familiar land becomes new and unreliable , playing tricks with your senses and giving you the feeling that perhaps your are not quite as safe as you thought you were.
Friday, 13 January 2012
Mists and Rivers
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