Cycling along the white shinning sand of a beach in South Uist, the waves gently lapping the shore with a gentle whisper, caressing the myriad spent cockle shells that line the sand in colourful colonies, chattering in the hollow wash of the tide: whilst a broad ribbon of gold stretches across the western horizon as if circling the globe – the remnants of a fading sun – is to be highly recommended.
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