Green bracken, brindled with purple heather, yellow gorse, and the magenta red, of ripening blackberries, clothes the hillside.
I've walked across the island, to climb Cromwell's Tower. It commands New Grimsby Sound - and the approaches to Tresco and Bryher.
The rough damp, of the staircase walls, closes around my shoulders. They spiral steeply right. My sword arm is pinned, to my side. I'm unsighted by the turn and the steepness of its steps.
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Location:Tresco,United Kingdom
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