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It was quite late in the evening when I arrived at the log cabin. The sun was just going down and a blanket of black clouds was floating by displaying cracks of orange colour between them. I hauled my fishing tackle from the car into the cabin. It was still summer time and in no need for a fire. I took a rug from the cupboard, and spread it over the settee in case it turned chilly.

I walked down the wooden deck leading to the water, to see the sun set and feel the warm breeze on my face. The reflection of the fir trees, the weeping willow all looked pretty, on the water. It was just like a looking glass. I rolled my trousers to my knees and removed my socks and shoes. I sat on the edge of the decking and dangled myself

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