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That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy? Looking down on an arial distant view of a quant seaside harbour town in a valley with soft sunlight sun rise dapples on the rolling swell of the sea as fishing boats bob on the gentle swell of the tide. A ruined Abbey sits atop the shear rocky cliffs. Birds circle and play in a cloud dapple sky. Cottages nestle into the valley sides and the wind blows through the trees.