She led the way down the cliff and towards the great silent stretch of salt marshes.

An evening wind, sharp with brine, was blowing in from the ocean, stirring the surface of the long creeks into silent ripples, and bending landwards the thin streaks of white smoke rising amongst the red-tiled roofs of the village.

I felt the delicate sting of it upon my cheeks.

Lady Angela half closed her eyes as she turned her face seawards.
"I came for this," she murmured.

"There is nothing like it anywhere else." We stood there in silence for several long minutes.