We emerged from the darkness under the holm oaks just before sunset. All things were unified by a golden light: our bodies, the dust, leaves, rocks – all reconciled by a uniform tone. Then, below the sea cliffs, water emerged in an emerald lustre. This was Peaked Tor Cove on the South Devon coast, and we’d come for a swim. One hundred and fifty steps, and we were down on the beach. Gentle waves rockled the pebbles before us. Smiles. Hands on hips, we watched and listened. The tide was on its way out and so we made our way east of Saddle Rock, where the water was deeper and still swimmable. We ...

 

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