I arrive in the still before dawn, searching through narrow streets in the hazy grey of the waning night. A door is waiting at the end of a dirt passageway, the symbol etched into it.
It is my happiest time, in this cool and dark space, where the air rests all around me, and I do not have to think too deeply about why I am here, until …
Arrested initially by the drama, I took a closer look, to be then captured by something I hadn’t first noticed: a little white croft in a corner of the strand with a figure in a homespun shift and grey shawl standing by its gate.