"As dawn broke, a sea mist rolled over the shoreline engulfing the land in a strange impenetrable silence. The black-robed monk stood on the gritty sand blind to all but the shifting clouds of mist that seemed to be saturated with a soft white light. He stood perfectly still, calm and attentive, mindful of the mist’s disorientating power, and noted its cold damp touch on his face and hands and he was glad to be wearing a warm cloak. Although able to see and make sense of very little, his sense of smell evoked images of an ancient coastline forever turned towards the setting Sun, where the four elements met, combining and recombining in a perpetual dance of life and death, of beginnings and endings..." - EXTRACT FROM PAGE 7.