sea was one of the reasons she wanted so much to go back. Gloucestershire was beautiful, but it had no sea, and she had a hunger for the sea. The past is another country, but the journey could be made. There was nothing to stop her going. Alone or in company, it didn’t matter. Before it was too late, she would take the road west to that rugged claw of England where, once, she had lived, and loved and been young.
