We watched as the gulls dipped over our heads to the cliff edge, then dropped toward the bay to join hundreds of others floating on the calm water, protected by the rock fin. “They’re sleeping on the water; it’s their safe place.” “It is safe here, isn’t it? Protected. I’d live here if I could.” Moth paused for a moment. “When it’s over, you could bring me back here if you like.” “What do you mean? When the walk’s over?” “No. When it’s all over.”
