Chloe De Burgh

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.

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.

She tells him, with a flicker of a smile, that she's sure she's never seen it herself, as the shop only appears to those who have need of its magic. Avery feels lucky to have found Pulpero.

She tells him, with a flicker of a smile, that she's sure she's never seen it herself, as the shop only appears to those who have need of its magic. Avery feels lucky to have found Pulpero.

She tells him, with a flicker of a smile, that she's sure she's never seen it herself, as the shop only appears to those who have need of its magic. Avery feels lucky to have found Pulpero.

With its intriguing history of smugglers and wreckers, flotsam, jetsam, and contraband, Avery indulges his imagination in conjuring up the possibility of discovering long-forgotten hordes of hidden treasure and feels a tingle of excitement.

With its intriguing history of smugglers and wreckers, flotsam, jetsam, and contraband, Avery indulges his imagination in conjuring up the possibility of discovering long-forgotten hordes of hidden treasure and feels a tingle of excitement.

With its intriguing history of smugglers and wreckers, flotsam, jetsam, and contraband, Avery indulges his imagination in conjuring up the possibility of discovering long-forgotten hordes of hidden treasure and feels a tingle of excitement.

Mrs. Nancaro tells him how he can find his way to the local smuggling museum and even to the nearby sandy Lancelot's Cove, just three miles on foot along the coastal path from Polpero. Avery is intrigued and wants to know more. And so, Mrs. Nancaro explains that Lancelot is a tiny hamlet with just a handful of houses and a little church.

Mrs. Nancaro tells him how he can find his way to the local smuggling museum and even to the nearby sandy Lancelot's Cove, just three miles on foot along the coastal path from Polpero. Avery is intrigued and wants to know more. And so, Mrs. Nancaro explains that Lancelot is a tiny hamlet with just a handful of houses and a little church.

Mrs. Nancaro tells him how he can find his way to the local smuggling museum and even to the nearby sandy Lancelot's Cove, just three miles on foot along the coastal path from Polpero. Avery is intrigued and wants to know more. And so, Mrs. Nancaro explains that Lancelot is a tiny hamlet with just a handful of houses and a little church.

Avery thinks that somewhere so far removed from the hustle and bustle of the modern world, would be a perfect place to spend the afternoon. He makes note of the directions to the cove and puts the note in his pocket. From the little church, she tells him, a track leads down the hill through a beautifully wooded valley to the cove. The beach there is remote, she says.

Avery thinks that somewhere so far removed from the hustle and bustle of the modern world, would be a perfect place to spend the afternoon. He makes note of the directions to the cove and puts the note in his pocket. From the little church, she tells him, a track leads down the hill through a beautifully wooded valley to the cove. The beach there is remote, she says.

Avery thinks that somewhere so far removed from the hustle and bustle of the modern world, would be a perfect place to spend the afternoon. He makes note of the directions to the cove and puts the note in his pocket. From the little church, she tells him, a track leads down the hill through a beautifully wooded valley to the cove. The beach there is remote, she says.

Its perfectly curving sickle of white sand was once a smuggler's paradise, and if you look carefully, you can still see and feel a trace of their presence. Mrs. Nancarrow describes that as you reach the coast, following a path edged with seagrasses and a small tumbling brook, something unexpected happens. The little stony track that leads down to the cove becomes sandier.

Its perfectly curving sickle of white sand was once a smuggler's paradise, and if you look carefully, you can still see and feel a trace of their presence. Mrs. Nancarrow describes that as you reach the coast, following a path edged with seagrasses and a small tumbling brook, something unexpected happens. The little stony track that leads down to the cove becomes sandier.

Its perfectly curving sickle of white sand was once a smuggler's paradise, and if you look carefully, you can still see and feel a trace of their presence. Mrs. Nancarrow describes that as you reach the coast, following a path edged with seagrasses and a small tumbling brook, something unexpected happens. The little stony track that leads down to the cove becomes sandier.

taking you straight through the middle of a huge slate rock. This gateway opens to the soft sand curve of the bay, a promise of tranquility lapped by crystalline emerald waters. The sea merges here into a sparkling eddy of inviting turquoise. But where it is studded with rocks, the seeming calm breaks into mighty white surges.

taking you straight through the middle of a huge slate rock. This gateway opens to the soft sand curve of the bay, a promise of tranquility lapped by crystalline emerald waters. The sea merges here into a sparkling eddy of inviting turquoise. But where it is studded with rocks, the seeming calm breaks into mighty white surges.

taking you straight through the middle of a huge slate rock. This gateway opens to the soft sand curve of the bay, a promise of tranquility lapped by crystalline emerald waters. The sea merges here into a sparkling eddy of inviting turquoise. But where it is studded with rocks, the seeming calm breaks into mighty white surges.