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Clevedon-Under-Sea
The first of the autumn rain began to fall as I parked up and walked across Alexandra Road to Fawn in Clevedon. It was a bustling refuge, becoming increasingly popular as the clouds began to burst. I thanked the barista as I picked up my coffee in a ridged handleless cup and took a sip as I sunk into my chair.
The Shores of Stoke Park Estate
The roar of the waves accelerated before they crashed onto the sloping verdant hills of the Stoke Park Estate. My eyes opened onto the rush of traffic that cut through the southern gardens of the park, with thousands of dull yellow lights fading into the afternoon fog.
The Coronallacs Trail
The flat, unexciting plains of Spain began to shift and rise into patchy-green mountains as we crossed the border into Andorra. The capital was subdued, compared to its winter ski buzz, with only the occasional crackle of a supercar that accelerated through the streets. The late-August sun lowered itself behind the ridge of a mountain, casting a jagged shadow on the capital.
