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It was a chilly July morning mid-lockdown the day I first encountered the serenity of a Dodds Blom work. Trade Wind had opened for takeaways, and we had plonked our well-walked bodies down for a moment as we waited for our hot drinks. Swaddled in obligatory masks, headhugging beanies and down puffers, we defiantly risked our “clean slates” each day for the exhilaration of some crunch underfoot and a hint of spray on wind-whipped faces. These illicit walks under rigorous lockdown rule were tainted with angst, even as we thumbed our noses at the powers-that-be 12
It was a time of deprivation and prohibition. Our beloved beaches irrationally whisked away, and no beer or wine to dull the pain.
