Chloe De Burgh

Reaching the headland, the baked tarmac road had swept round and down into cooler wooded valleys, through leafy green tunnels of oaks and beech trees, where the warm golden evening sun painted the shady road before him in dappled, dancing light. He had driven on, the road leaving him higher once again, and the sun had lost its heat.

It lay along the edge of the horizon and, done for the day, had finally dipped out of sight as the sea fog rolled in to blanket the land. The golden twilight had darkened under a silvery blue shroud as Avery approached his journey's end. Avery was finally welcomed by softly lit windows in the half-light, glowing under the beetling brow of a thatched roof.

It lay along the edge of the horizon and, done for the day, had finally dipped out of sight as the sea fog rolled in to blanket the land. The golden twilight had darkened under a silvery blue shroud as Avery approached his journey's end. Avery was finally welcomed by softly lit windows in the half-light, glowing under the beetling brow of a thatched roof.

It lay along the edge of the horizon and, done for the day, had finally dipped out of sight as the sea fog rolled in to blanket the land. The golden twilight had darkened under a silvery blue shroud as Avery approached his journey's end. Avery was finally welcomed by softly lit windows in the half-light, glowing under the beetling brow of a thatched roof.

His host, a kindly lady named Mrs. Nancarrow, appeared, flanked by a small terrier. Mrs. Nancarrow had run him a hot, fragrant salt bath. Afterwards, she served him a freshly baked, peppery Cornish pasty for supper. Avery had been hungry, and the meal had been so satisfying that he finds he is still pleasantly full this morning.

His host, a kindly lady named Mrs. Nancarrow, appeared, flanked by a small terrier. Mrs. Nancarrow had run him a hot, fragrant salt bath. Afterwards, she served him a freshly baked, peppery Cornish pasty for supper. Avery had been hungry, and the meal had been so satisfying that he finds he is still pleasantly full this morning.

His host, a kindly lady named Mrs. Nancarrow, appeared, flanked by a small terrier. Mrs. Nancarrow had run him a hot, fragrant salt bath. Afterwards, she served him a freshly baked, peppery Cornish pasty for supper. Avery had been hungry, and the meal had been so satisfying that he finds he is still pleasantly full this morning.

Now he decides that after his cup of breakfast tea, he will venture out to explore the delights of Pulpero. He is sitting at the scrubbed wooden kitchen table with Mrs. Nancarrow, who tells him more about this beautiful place that she's so proud to have lived in all her life. She comes from a long line of fishermen and holds the local culture in her heart. part and parcel of who she is.

Now he decides that after his cup of breakfast tea, he will venture out to explore the delights of Pulpero. He is sitting at the scrubbed wooden kitchen table with Mrs. Nancarrow, who tells him more about this beautiful place that she's so proud to have lived in all her life. She comes from a long line of fishermen and holds the local culture in her heart. part and parcel of who she is.

Now he decides that after his cup of breakfast tea, he will venture out to explore the delights of Pulpero. He is sitting at the scrubbed wooden kitchen table with Mrs. Nancarrow, who tells him more about this beautiful place that she's so proud to have lived in all her life. She comes from a long line of fishermen and holds the local culture in her heart. part and parcel of who she is.

Her pleasant, dark eyes twinkle as she speaks, and her round, sun-browned face, etched like clay with laughter lines, is open and warm. The small russet terrier is less suspicious and more curious now. Mrs. Nancarrow introduces him as Rumor, or Mr. Rumor, for when he is being less well-behaved and needing reminding that he is a gentleman.

Her pleasant, dark eyes twinkle as she speaks, and her round, sun-browned face, etched like clay with laughter lines, is open and warm. The small russet terrier is less suspicious and more curious now. Mrs. Nancarrow introduces him as Rumor, or Mr. Rumor, for when he is being less well-behaved and needing reminding that he is a gentleman.

Her pleasant, dark eyes twinkle as she speaks, and her round, sun-browned face, etched like clay with laughter lines, is open and warm. The small russet terrier is less suspicious and more curious now. Mrs. Nancarrow introduces him as Rumor, or Mr. Rumor, for when he is being less well-behaved and needing reminding that he is a gentleman.

Mr. Rumour soon accepts Avery, sensing that he's a good person. The terrier leans against him and warms his side with his soft, gentle weight. Mr. Rumor is also hopeful that there may be a little second breakfast for him to snaffle, should the opportunity arise. But realizing that no breakfast is required for the new guest this morning, he resigns himself to the quiet comfort of Avery's company.

Mr. Rumour soon accepts Avery, sensing that he's a good person. The terrier leans against him and warms his side with his soft, gentle weight. Mr. Rumor is also hopeful that there may be a little second breakfast for him to snaffle, should the opportunity arise. But realizing that no breakfast is required for the new guest this morning, he resigns himself to the quiet comfort of Avery's company.

Mr. Rumour soon accepts Avery, sensing that he's a good person. The terrier leans against him and warms his side with his soft, gentle weight. Mr. Rumor is also hopeful that there may be a little second breakfast for him to snaffle, should the opportunity arise. But realizing that no breakfast is required for the new guest this morning, he resigns himself to the quiet comfort of Avery's company.

Whilst the dog settles in next to Avery on the large kitchen chair, Mrs. Nancarrow speaks animatedly in a soft Cornish burr. He listens to her speak in her local dialect, unfamiliar but lovely words she uses to describe the people that have lived here before. She tells of strange goings-on, hidden passages, secret rooms, and mysterious lights twinkling in the dead of night.

Whilst the dog settles in next to Avery on the large kitchen chair, Mrs. Nancarrow speaks animatedly in a soft Cornish burr. He listens to her speak in her local dialect, unfamiliar but lovely words she uses to describe the people that have lived here before. She tells of strange goings-on, hidden passages, secret rooms, and mysterious lights twinkling in the dead of night.

Whilst the dog settles in next to Avery on the large kitchen chair, Mrs. Nancarrow speaks animatedly in a soft Cornish burr. He listens to her speak in her local dialect, unfamiliar but lovely words she uses to describe the people that have lived here before. She tells of strange goings-on, hidden passages, secret rooms, and mysterious lights twinkling in the dead of night.

She speaks of piskies, of brownies, and mermaids that lived amongst them in the fairy tales of times gone by. of selkies and beings who appeared and disappeared with the ever-changing tide and the ever-changing light. Avery asks Mrs. Nancarrow about the mythical mermaid apothecary.