A sudden warmth flooded the cove ...and he knew he was home.
Tide was nearly full. Mist lay in a grey scarf along the line of the cliffs. .. and they walked home hand in hand through the slanting shadows of the new darkness.
"Perfection is a full stop .... Ever the climbing but never the attaining Of the mountain top." W.G.
You've already made me very welcome, Bella I would use that attachment if another member didn't already have it so I'll find another. I can see myself never putting any of the novels down and reading them over and over.