After a brisk walk along the Seaford sea front, I followed an iron line onto the crumbled wood of concrete leftovers. I wondered where the windmill stood as a strong wind blew the spray from a high, jade-coloured tide at me. It must have been quite crazy to have lived on top of, and in between, the rush of the waves and their insistent daily yin-yang.
(Random bonus links...)
I hate the Internet, a lovely review from James
One year of running a tai chi school on the Web (part 1), thoughts from the teapot monk
It's always about the money, a reminder of why unions.