Saltash Passage Page 2
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I approached the river
from St Budeaux with a full sun on my back, crossing the tumult of
traffic by the Tamar Bridges.
I started to descend the steep Normandy hill, so named after the legion of soldiers who walked this path ready to be on their way to France in the Second World war. Quite quickly, I was aware of eerie changes around me, a dampness on the back of my neck, a milky sun now above me, and cool shadows, like grey soldiers from the past swirling,coming to join me as I walked into this gray world.
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