In March, I headed down to Putsborough in North Devon for a short holiday. On the way there, we took a wrong turn and ended up driving through Braunton Marsh, an area of ancient farmland close to the sea.
I was immediately struck by the tranquility of the area, particularly at sundown. There was hardly another soul around and the long empty roads and bleak landscape felt like we had stepped out of the world for a while.
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