I walked along the clifftops yesterday and felt the keen westerly wind skimming in off the Atlantic. The sea was wild, with white topped waves crashing in to the shore. Then came the first flurries of snow, dancing around me like so many white-clad fairies. This reminded me of yet another passing season and how time flies by in a twinkling of an eye. We should all make the best of now and think of those for whom even a simple walk among the snowlakes is not possible.
