There is a moment in late winter when you might notice the lengthening of daylight. The gentleness of low, filtered winter light is on the wane.

And there is a time when spring is clearly here. Trees bursting with green vigour. Sunshine so warm it can burn your skin.

This peninsula sits between the two. It is on the cusp of spring, on the coattails of winter.

A promise of a promise. A hope of hope yet to come.

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