Squalls
by JEREMY GADD Here come the squalls, obscuring and hiding all behind vertical wet walls. Like shower curtains hung from low slung clouds, sensuously oscillating grey shades of spray cut silent swathes across the breadth of the bay, akin to…
by JEREMY GADD Here come the squalls, obscuring and hiding all behind vertical wet walls. Like shower curtains hung from low slung clouds, sensuously oscillating grey shades of spray cut silent swathes across the breadth of the bay, akin to…