The Distant Summer
The summer of 1987 on the coast of Cornwall was not a summer at all, not in any way that the guidebooks would have recognised. It was a grey season, a season of salt and memory, where the Atlantic dragged its heavy body up the cliffs in endless grey waves and the sky hung low like a ceiling painted by someone who had forgotten what blue meant. Alice Penhaligon inherited the Observatory of...
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