Some walks are only walks. Others? My short story 'A Country Walk' begins on the Yorkshire coast with an easterly wind, a married couple of a certain age, and a quest almost certainly forlorn.
The path is open, the weather unhelpful and the world is in the way.
Read 'A Country Walk'.
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