While Ethan hesitated Cathy granted the man admission to the inn. Where had he come from? What was he doing out on such a night? But the man who appeared outside was not their father, but a young sailor. After he left they felt better and got up to watch out for his return. They had been sick and their widowed father had set out through the storm to fetch the doctor. It’s a marvellous sight when you’re inside, secure in the knowledge that your home has withstood a multitude of storms over a hundred years and more.Īnd in the pages of my book two children looked out on a similar storm.Įthan and Cathy were home alone, in an inn on the edge of a Cornish cliff. Our garden was soaked by the spray and the downstairs windows got a salt water rinse. I was tucked up at home with a book, with waves outside crashing against the sea wall and being forced up over the promenade and the road. Last week the Cornish coast was lashed by storms.
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