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By Treshnish

Hartland unplugged

Hartland is the nearest village.  It is lunchtime.  The square is empty, and the street quiet. Christmas lights were still hanging, but definitely unplugged.  There was a queue in the post office.  The coffee shop on the corner of the square was filling up with hungry lunchers going in for deep bowls of homemade soup.  I thought I might have coffee but their alternative milks were soya or semi skimmed, neither of which I can drink.  So I came back here. 

S is walking from Hartland Point back to the cottage, while I have a day of rest.  An early blip. 

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