They approached the coast, leaving the farmed and settled vales behind, with Alice relishing the landscape of extraordinarily contrasting colours, vibrant purples and yellows in the heather and gorse, bright greens in the bracken and adjacent fields, and blue in the sea. This enjoyment changed into exhilaration as she left the car and gazed out over the wide-open view from the high rocky cliffs.
“Look, Alice, over there, across the Bristol Channel—that’s south Wales you can see.”
“I love it, Jake. It’s so dramatic with these big skies.”
“These are the highest cliffs in England, you know and I don’t think you’ll find anywhere else in the country where heather moorland meets the sea.”
“It makes me wonder why I’ve never been here on holiday.”
“Many people come. Most of them stay in Mineh
