You begin to hear the whistling of sea wind in the bush. The sky is crowded with grey clouds, hanging low, dipping their fluffy toes in the water.

The slate-grey sea takes breaths between each attack on the cool white sand on the beach far below you.

You're standing in the tugging cool breeze on the top of a tall cliff, looking out to sea.

You hug your arms around yourself and turn your back to the wind.

The salty wind pushes you, urges you onwards.

You walk into the bush and into the first legend.