Searching for Dali
October 12th 2009 To say we woke in the morning would have been untrue. The windstorm had been channelled through our pitch all night by the trees at either side. At times this had begun collapsing the tent with it's force, leaving us hoping the pegs I'd managed to hammer home were going to stay put. Meanwhile outside the tent sounded to us like a small scale mining operation, with the sporadic 'tink, t
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