The water front that is. A surprisingly warm easterly breeze was too strong to describe as caressing my face. Not at all unpleasant. There seemed to be a haze in the harbour. Like I say it seemed strange.
Even the sound of the harbour were ringing in my ears. I could hear quite clearly the narration From the small boat doing the tour. Having said all that there was a freshness, I just stood and absorbed the atmosphere.
It really was a strange quality which if I were a good creative writer I would E able to describe what I was experiencing in a way that would convey what I felt to be the beauty of the combination of conditions that I was experiencing. I really quite enjoyed the walk.
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