As Gorse Fox prepares for the trip and potters about the lair, a light breeze off the sea rustles the curtains. The evocative smell of the sea has been tinged with the faint perfumes from the garden.
It is heady.
The Gorse Fox breathes deeply.
He is again thankful for this wonderful spot. God bless us all.
[File under: West Sussex]
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