The countryside was alive with life and colour. All the jewelled colours of the rainbow, like butterflies on the tips of beautiful plants and trees lazily shaking in a warm, light Devon breeze; most of the roads had been covered by ancient willows, their branches arching over like great bridges, grasses rustling against their boughs. On the other side of the embracing willows was a shelving, inviting, golden sandy bank. The sea a haven for all wildlife; the glistening fish visible from the beach. The last of the day's warm sunlight was shining, calmly beautiful, on our backs.
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